The accent was heavier, harder to hear. She liked it, though. Neria had always liked other languages, liked listening to them. And while the conversation veered off, she heard a single word among them that was unmistakable.

Antari.

Her eyes went wide.

Kell.

It took decided effort not to simply disappear right then and there just to go looking. Her heart was racing as she slowly peeled herself away from the sight, her legs stiff as she began a slow walk in the opposite direction. Where would he be? Where did he live? He'd told her about the palace-- Her boots came to a halt as she started in the other direction and then stopped again, lost. What was she going to do, storm the palace searching for him? Use her magic to find him somewhere in the palace, hunt him down? Surely, in a world where magic was rampant, such a thing would be easy to detect. She'd be seen as an intruder. And, looking around, she realized all of these people were human. At best, she'd be a non-human strangeling, a menace. At worst, a monster.

What if he's forgotten me, in returning home?

Her eyes found the palace, gleaming in the light. Neria's eyes, bright, alighted upon it.

You wouldn't be staying there, would you, Kell. Only if you needed to be at Rhy's side. But if I know you...you'd spend every minute you could elsewhere.

The question was...where?

Neria started towards the palace anyway. She wouldn't go too close but... If she could get close enough, hear anything about Rhy or Kell, she was certain to at least gleam some sort of idea as to where they were. If they remembered her, things could go sideways quickly. But if there was just a moment, though...perhaps she would at least get time to say she was sorry. To say goodbye better. To at least see that he was all right. Happy, even.

She moved at a brisk walk, purposeful but not swift. She didn't want to attract attention, after all.