Hysaeda never thought he'd be this close to anyone, let alone an outlander. He didn't distrust them so much like his cousin did. There some things they did and said that made no sense to him, that would always separate him from Them. But he knew that there were few others that broke the mold, that once he got to know them, could prove to be some of the better companions that he might have ever assumed. Hysaeda didn't question the moment, didn't want it to turn into something awkward. Adalia was more than his friend at this moment and he just listened to what she had to say.
He'd never thought they'd get that far, never thought they'd need one another. He said nothing still, as she spoke of jealousy, and the way that made her feel. He never considered another could possibly be jealous of him; he, the outcast, scorned by those he had considered a part of his home. Hysaeda found himself grinning for a short moment and he didn't know what he was doing before he did it, because if he thought about it, he wouldn't have done it at all. His lips met hers and he parted his and worked to part hers, kissing her sweetly and wrapping his fingers at the base of her skull and drawing her head closer to his. He held her there for a moment, his eyes closed before he pulled away. "Forgiven, forgotten," was all he found breath enough to say.