She wasn't quite certain what he would have said. But by the way Kell squeezes her hand, she at least understood it was not something he wanted to contemplate. Neria's fingers threaded with the one clasped over hers; her other hand pressed over his, trying to reassure him.

"I'll be honest, I promise." What might come after was what frightened her, and it was an icy lance up her spine - very quietly mirrored for Kell. "How...much do you want them to know about Asora, if they ask me? About what we have seen?"