Oystercatcher Tide Pools do not look for my heart anymore, the beasts have eaten it

At this point, Ksenia knows there's nothing left to say. If she pushes, he'll catch on and see through everything she's done so far when she has him on the line now. Let him go, think about it—maybe find him later, somewhere nearby—and pick up then. She can let it go now for a little while, let him think about the things she's said. She can tell him the same things over and over until she's blue in the face and it'll do little good. 

Ksenia takes a long breath and searches him over, his array of emotions quiet and subtle, but there nonetheless. The woman retreats a few steps and puts the wanted space back between them before she let's defeat display on her features. It's soft, and barely there, as if she's thankful she doesn't have to grovel anymore to a brother she hates. Her eyes narrow, and watch for a moment longer. 

"You know, you're right," she says with a sneer, lifting her lip. "I may not be fit to lead the islands but neither are you." Her life in Warsaw might be lost but giving him the satisfaction of keeping him away might win over. Her head shakes with disappointment, tucking herself back inward, before she turns to abandon him by the coast.