Kell turned around a mite too fast, finding Neria smoothing her tunic back into place. Although she'd been fully covered, he found himself flushing, trying to cover it as she turned back to him, already speaking, already asking questions.

Not the time.

"Not likely," he answered, crossing his arms over his chest as if to physically hold everything in check. "It may spark a few whispers if I were to be open about it, but Calla is discreet in her work."

He paused, weighing the words. "You're not the first person from another world she's had dealings with."