Lifting her gaze, her eyes peered into his.
"You do not need to apologize for that, Zubin. You had reasons to. If.. if you had told me when we first met, I don't know how I'd feel. It... it is a strange concept, to think my brother is still alive." And here she took his hand and squeezed it, but then recalled the kiss the moment he spoke the last question.
"Zubin.... I... we.... well, to be fair, I was upset." And she peeked back up at him. "We.... you.. you told me after I kissed you and I.." And here she flushed and dropped her gaze. "And now I'm torn to know I've fallen for my own brother, but I can not have him, for he has taken on another name."
And not to mention she was a priestess. A true, real union could never happen. But oh, was it not just enough to have him back? But now her heart was so confused and twisted, and she felt a few hot tears slip down her cheek.