"Perhaps."

Though given what they'd been through, the divinity thrust upon them, even if Neria had sought it out... the rules weren't always what they seemed to be. Though there were parallels between worlds, that worked differently.

Kell's fingers curled around hers, squeezing.

"I know that, but others will not. And you know as well as I do that people do not need a reason to fear something powerful, only a lack of understanding."

Giving Neria a level look, Kell pressed his lips together in a thin line.

"Faro and Vesk have citizens who legitimately believe that I can and do dictate the sun rising and setting on Arnes. You would be a target and a prize; your alignment and disposition significant."

Tilting his head, Kell nodded to the stone wall, in the vague direction of the Isle.

"The King's concern is not just for you; the Essen Tasch is about to begin. The Games are meant to be a symbol of friendship between our lands, but it's no secret that our peace is not entirely solid. The house of Maresh does not want war, and our strength is the stopgap. But it is not absolute."

Kell wet his lip, then turned back to look at Neria, as more than her friend and ally. As a protector of his Kingdom.

"The city is flooded with strangers and foreign royals. They are staying in the palace, and will undoubtedly, immediately take an interest in you. This is partially why the King and Queen are concerned."

Squeezing Neria's hand, he shook his head.

"Rhy and I will be there for you. But I want you to be aware."