For several minutes, Kiara was quiet as she stared at the blooming petals in front of her. It was strange that someone could be in such a similar situation to her own, and yet be so different from her. It was obvious that Lamont longed to be someone different than what their life was forcing them to be. He would have fit in well in Astora where as she would have been more at home here. At least in their interests. Even his own parents had accepted her more readily when they had learned of her weapons experience. Here what she loved was valued. This helped to ease the terrible feeling in her gut caused by the hatred of the people in Berinike.
Even so, Kiara doubted she would be happy here if she was still royalty, for that was what really caged her. It was not the disappointment her mother held towards her because she was not more feminine, or the frustration she received when her tutors learned she was not very talented at sewing or anything of the like. It was that she could not even leave her home without tricking the people she was closest to. It was that she was forced to shove her entire being deep down where even she could barely see it.
It was something she thought Lamont may be able to understand.
Instead of voicing these thoughts, though, she just nodded and spoke quietly, her mind still elsewhere. "Yes, that sounds fine to me. I'm sure they'll be happy to hear that we are doing something together, regardless of what it is. I'll have to take some time. Hiding my race is much harder than disguising my status, but I'm sure I can do it."