Kjell was sounding more and more like a particularly socially awkward member of her clan. Perhaps his sire or coterie when he was young was particularly unkind or distant. "Ah, yes," she smiled wryly. "Part of it might have been jealousy. Unless it is with our own kind, many Nosferatu are rather on the outside looking in on such matters."
Sthelada had the most intimate relationship with her sire, Xinoteus. She felt his loss keenly, he'd truly been the other half of her soul. But she wouldn't discourage anyone from such a close, loving bond. Perhaps more Kindred would retain their humanity longer if it wasn't so popularly held they didn't need such things in their lives.
"You'll find that I'm quite the opposite in that regard," she mused aloud. "Anyone in our world who can find companionship and love should embrace it wholeheartedly. Especially in these times." The Beckoning and the time of Thin Blood had thrown everyone's future into turmoil. It was very much a situation to cling to what one held most dear.