Neria breathed in. Out. Blinked rapidly three times as if to ward off the burning in her eyes, despite knowing she would not cry. Could not. But the sudden clench around her heart was unmistakable, too much pressure, too much pain. And yet, she did not shy from it this time. Didn't buckle beneath the weight.

He remembered. And he came to her.

That was all she needed.

When Kell offered his hands, there was no hesitation. She reached out and took them. Her thumbs pressed into his fingers, even with the smear of blood, which she noted with a briefly concerned glance. "Yes," she whispered and nodded. "Of course."