She felt it. Knew it was coming, too. Neria only frowned, though she did not move to defend Symon. "He'll attain godhood through giving. So you aren't wrong in that regard." If he'd had the chance, she imagined Symon would have happily traded her for her own trial, and she'd have been the one left giving all of herself until there was nothing left.

It wouldn't have bothered her, in hindsight.

"But he sees things a certain way, as do I. But my perception is filtered through what I know of people and understanding them emotionally. He...can't."

You will be better at this than I ever was.

It chilled her, still. Kell would feel the tension, the sudden feeling of being ill at ease, closing off again. But she pushed through, tried to relax. It was Kell. She was safe here.