"It's been a long time since I had a brother..." The priestess continued to ramble, a certain joy and nostalgia coloring her tone and gestures.
"My brothers died long ago, so we're in the same boat." Even though he had no obligation to her, the fact remained—he had asked her to consider him as a brother. She paused, her eyes sparkling with a contagious brightness that could overshadow any malice.
"We should have a family name! How about Inara?" Light reflected for a moment. Wasn't she taking all this a bit too lightly?
"Don't you already have a clan?" She puffed out her cheeks and spoke with anger that couldn't be hidden.
"They are my relatives and trust me with decision-making, but they are far from being my children or descendants. What kind of clan is that?" His heart grew heavy.
"I don't plan to stay here long, as I mentioned before. It's likely you'll never see me again. Do you really want to get attached to me?" In the end, she should know what's best for herself.
