The inner turmoil, one would think, is deepened by the fact that one so sensitive would come upon a stage in front of so many, and tell what ails her heart -- or so, at least, Teja muses, watching her.

Love, indeed. Teja catches himself thinking of the eunuch and the blood-drinker, and how, it seems, he will have neither, so there isn't even a decision to me made.