At his terrible attempt to make her feel better, Kiara found herself laughing. It wasn't necessarily because she was happy, but it was better than the guilt she had been feeling for not even thinking of anyone but herself. 

"The last thing I want is for them to hate me and send me away.." She said quietly, voicing her worries, "But I couldn't just sit there and not say anything. How will we end the war if no one can accept anyone else for who they are? My people and yours.. they're different. If your parents can't accept mine the way I am willing to accept the Berinike then the war will start again. The first step would be to stop treating you the way they do." She sighed, turning her head so she was facing him. "I know you don't like me or want to get to know me. I understand that, and I'm sorry. I know you think I'm loud and rude and you'd be right. But just... know that I really do... better than anyone I can understand how you feel right now. So maybe it's not a terrible idea for us to talk."

It was stupid to think that his opinion of her would change, and it was pointless to want it to, but she did. It was not a good feeling to know that the one you'd be marrying wanted nothing to do with you. Kiara truly did understand what he felt, but it was not him that she thought of as an enemy especially now that she knew he was more like her than he probably cared to admit.

For her, it was his father, his mother that were her enemies. Being around them put her on edge more than anything else and was part of the reason she had left the lunch. So at least, unlike Lamont, she was not marrying someone she felt that way towards. Kiara wanted to ease his worries, but it wouldn't sound right coming from her. 

So instead she said the one thing that had been weighing on her mind for weeks, "I can't fight anymore. We were attacked in the mountains, and I was injured. I can't use my bow. I can barely use my blade. What am I going to do now that Ostus is gone, and I can't defend myself?"