As the evening progressed, she contemplated more than once the idea of standing and going to one of the libraries, seeking a book. She contented herself with studying the map of the city instead, learning the paths she'd taken and where she might need to go. She could give Kell until morning - he was probably out, she reasoned, though there was a nagging sense that perhaps he would not be ready to see her - before she moved on to an inn with the intent of gathering herself.

The number of people around dwindled. Some studied and read. The children eventually left. The mage lights dimmed. She settled back on the bench, allowing the dark to soothe her.

And then everything shifted. She saw the shadow fall across her, smelled lilies. Neria looked up, eyes wide as she caught sight of Kell, standing before her.

She did not move for several moments. Her heart thundered. There was a faint sound, an exhale. The world was still.

When she'd last reunited with Kell, the entire exchange had been difficult. Every movement had hurt, had made her feel small and weak and afraid. The fear had eroded away. Now, there was only relief. It was what coaxed her to her feet, the gesture fluid. "Kell," she whispered, and barely held herself back from grabbing him up.