Esme wasn't sure which shocked her more : the kiss or the ring. Both were beautiful... and slightly disturbing.
"Thank you," she murmured. "It's beautiful. I am grateful that you would give me such a gift, to take care of my needs. So I will not have to kill anymore?" she asked hopefully, looking into the ring. "I don't like killing people," she explained, placing a hand over her heart. "It hurts."
She heard screams of terror and agony coming from somewhere. She winced and covered her ears. But she supposed she'd have to get used to it.

"What do I do now brother?" she asked. "I suppose I should be in the carnival, but I don't know what to do. I would rather not kill anyone, at least no one innocent. Can't we let the innocent ones go free? The truly innocent I mean?"
She had no problem with the guilty dying. Those who deserved to be punished needed to be punished. But it hurt when she thought of innocent people suffering and dying.

"Can I... May I walk outside?" she asked, holding his hand. "This place is going to be my home. I want to know who, and what, I share it with. Please?" she asked gently.

Now that she had her brother she never wanted to upset him, disappoint him or make him angry in any way. She would do just about anything to make him happy and win his continued approval.