Neria watched his expression change from one of calm to tension once more as he sat up, the line in his shoulders pronounced. It was something she'd seen in Kell often - though, this time, it was a bit difficult to take him seriously when his hair was mussed and there was a mark on his face from where his face had been pressed to the cushions.

She couldn't help it. She smiled again for a moment, warmer this time, and tapped his cheek with a single finger. "Then we have a little time. Which means you won't look quite so bedraggled when someone sees us."

Leaning over, she picked up her tunic and began to pull it on. "From the Night Market, correct? She can help me get some better clothes to blend in." The tunic was partially over her head before she looked at Kell quizzically. "I... I don't have any coin to give her. Is there something else I can do instead?" Her lips briefly dipped into a frown. "I don't want you to need to pay my way here."