Kell felt her hesitate, and waited. Not for the first time, he wondered if this was as strange for her, or if it were stranger. The very fact that Neria would not abuse the access to his mind and heart was what made him trust her with it -- the same as he trusted Rhy with his soul, and Hakkyuu to command.

All he answered with was a nod.

Aven, however, required more thought. It was a word that did not have a direct translation into the language they shared, and the connotations were many and varied.

"Mas Aven is a title," Kell answered quietly. "An unofficial one, but telling. Being gifted in magic, especially in here in London, is common. Aven are... more. Aven are..."

Kell's brow pinched. "Apart. Other. Especially blessed, or cursed. They are someone touched by power beyond the norm, expected to do great or terrible things, whether they mean to or not. You and I would be considered Aven."

With his blue eye, he carefully regarded her. "Mas is my. The same way Rhy would be called Mas Vares, My Prince. The way he used it indicates respect."

Kell gestured to the sanctuary around them, the quiet walls, and the invisible spellwork in the stone, peaceful around them.

"You arrived speaking royal and dressed nothing like nobility. You asked for me. You were not familiar with the city. And because I never leave it except to travel to other worlds, the guard could only assume you came from somewhere else, and that you were immensely powerful."

With that, his voice grew quiet. "He followed protocol. Had you been a threat, it would have been my task to end you here."