The eladrin was too stunned by brigitte to move as she was pushed down and kissed. Her body rigid, though from the way she looked it would have been futile to resist. Her face was flushed and hot, but the fire that lay behind her eyes was not one of passion. But one of anger. The first word out of her is not anything about the kiss, or love. It is a sharp command in Elvish, "Vanish."

She disappears out from under Brigitte in a sudden mist, reappearing not a moment later on the bed. It takes her a moment to quell the fury and pain within her, but her voice comes in the same even melodic tones, though stretched thin and forced. "Normally I would be fine with casual sex to attempt to get over a broken heart, I have done similar before. But I have given my word to your sister, and I shall not break it."

She takes a deep breath and digs her fingers into her legs. "I find it important to know who is kissing me, especially given Mythra's aversion to such things when I am like this. So yes, it matters to me to know. And I am sorry to you Mythra, for not realizing the change faster."

"As for love, adoration, romance. If you desire those things, then there is a process to follow. I am not saying no, mind you. I am saying that if you want something deeper, the way to achieve it is not to go about it in this way. I understand what it is like to break apart like this, but I will not break your sister's heart simply because you find me momentarily attractive."