Her fingers fisted briefly into his jacket at his apologies. Her shoulders were rigid. But he followed it with the assurance that he missed her, and that...that was all she needed, she realized. More of the tension sighed out of her on the next exhale. For a moment, she seemed to almost sag against him, like the life had gone out of her.

But instead, she turned her head, nuzzling up softly against him.

Just outside of his thoughts, she gave him her presence. It was far stronger than before, harnessed and honed over days and weeks of practice with her godhood. But it curled around him like a defensive hound, warm, and nestled against him.

"I'll need to find out how to go back," she murmured. Which wasn't a refusal or a decline, only stating fact. "But I...want to stay here with you. However long I can." However long she had left until Asora needed her, and before she lost everything left that resembled humanity.

Neria lifted her head, nudging at him with her nose for a moment. Her forehead rested against his head. "Kell. I'm not angry with you. You know that, right?"