I'll have to make you something at some point. It won't be as good as this, probably, but I'm not bad at cooking. Learned it all from my brother.

[As most other things about Kisara's person have also come from Migal's influence in her life. She can't deny that she is who she is because of him. She'll eventually have to figure out where the line is drawn between sister and brother, but it doesn't seem she's made that realisation just yet.

Her expression forms into something a little more thoughtful, running over what she's learned of their situation so far. It hasn't been very much. She doesn't really know how safe they are or aren't. Things are at an uneasy peace, but...]

Well, that's the thing, isn't it. It has been remarkably peaceful. Seems a little too good to be true, right? I'm not saying we should prepare for the absolute worst, but it would be wiser to not be complacent about our situation here. I don't think this peace is going to last.

[It would be foolish to assume otherwise.]