Perhaps it was Kell she needed. Or the contact, or just to be...present with someone. This was the longest she'd gone without the others. Their pack had been split off; Archer had fallen to his fury; Murphy had hurt her. Neria was, essentially, alone now. She did not dare to put words to the feeling as she knew the others suffered, too, but...

But she wasn't alone here. Not for the moment.

Neria exhaled, leaning against him. Her grip loosened in his jacket but she kept her arms around him. With care, she tipped her head up to partially nuzzle him, her nose brushing near his collar.

"I'm sorry. I'm... I know I'm all over the place."