Yes, naturally. The implication of a proposal does sort of point towards the way that they are very likely to see other dinners together. They have to start somewhere, however. The sooner Kisara stops looking at him as the lord she served and more as the former lord, still sort of leader to their people, who would like it if she stopped serving him and more lead with him, the better. Old habits, however, certainly die hard.
"You didn't spoil the tea," she manages to reply, shaking her head, and offering him an apologetic and reassuring look.
Tapping fingertips against her teacup, she still feels a little winded by the conversation and the weight of it. If one of them has spoiled their tea, it's probably her, in truth, though it would have been as equally a strange reaction to just accept his proposal, which a part of her has thought he made in haste. If he's had these feelings for as long as it seems he's had, then it wouldn't be hasty at all. Maybe just a matter of reaching the threshold for patience.
One can't know something if it's not said, after all.
Loosing a sigh, she continues. "I don't know that I'm going to laugh about it, but the considering part is already at the top of my to-do. Seems a fair way to spend my free time today." Provided she's willing to let herself have any free time after all that's been said and done. "Maybe we'll both laugh about it in the near future. I wonder what made you think over teatime was the opportune moment. Maybe my talk of wanting to leave and find myself."
Maybe he really was concerned she might leave and just not come back.
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Yes, naturally. The implication of a proposal does sort of point towards the way that they are very likely to see other dinners together. They have to start somewhere, however. The sooner Kisara stops looking at him as the lord she served and more as the former lord, still sort of leader to their people, who would like it if she stopped serving him and more lead with him, the better. Old habits, however, certainly die hard.
"You didn't spoil the tea," she manages to reply, shaking her head, and offering him an apologetic and reassuring look.
Tapping fingertips against her teacup, she still feels a little winded by the conversation and the weight of it. If one of them has spoiled their tea, it's probably her, in truth, though it would have been as equally a strange reaction to just accept his proposal, which a part of her has thought he made in haste. If he's had these feelings for as long as it seems he's had, then it wouldn't be hasty at all. Maybe just a matter of reaching the threshold for patience.
One can't know something if it's not said, after all.
Loosing a sigh, she continues. "I don't know that I'm going to laugh about it, but the considering part is already at the top of my to-do. Seems a fair way to spend my free time today." Provided she's willing to let herself have any free time after all that's been said and done. "Maybe we'll both laugh about it in the near future. I wonder what made you think over teatime was the opportune moment. Maybe my talk of wanting to leave and find myself."
Maybe he really was concerned she might leave and just not come back.