She is as familiar with the occasional whisper as he has. The notion of the captain of the guard and the lord seemed rather fit for a storybook than reality. At least, Kisara, though she's thought of it in her own time, has never really given it much credence until now. More like unspoken words that were meant to remain unspoken. There's a fine line between duty and desire and she has always been inclined that being trustworthy and someone that Dohalim can rely on is more important than whatever details might fall into that description.

The label has never really mattered much. Dohalim in any capacity is better than no Dohalim at all.

"I don't think they'd ask, actually," she begins thoughtfully, wearing something of a sheepish smile. "You might not be their lord, but as I said before, Elde Menancia still sees you as something like it. It's not fear, but respect." Maybe a little bit of fear, though Kisara's not inclined to say as much. "We'll handle it where we need to. Let's not get anymore ahead of things than that. Dinner might be a big step for us."

After a moment, she continues, "It'll definitely be different than the dinners we had around the campfire. I guess we've had dinner many times before together, though." Not just dinners either. They've both had their moments of privacy with one another. Personal conversations. Moments where they've supported one another. Maybe this moment, this day, this situation was simply fated to come.

Eventually.