As Neria stepped out to change, Kell briefly conferred with Calla, his Arnesian low and musical, difficult to make out even if one did understand it. Neria hadn't precisely refused to let Kell take care of it, and he didn't intend to ask again. But he still stepped back to suddenly become very interested in the masks when Neria came back out, giving them space.

Calla was not a young woman, in body or in spirit. She watched Neria with steady, wistful eyes as she brought back the dress after she'd changed, taking it from her to box it up, carefully folding it and drawing the charms to keep it from wrinkling or creasing.

Like before, she reached out and grasped Neria's hand, squeezing.

"So concerned with debts," she said, shaking her head. "These things will balance." She drew Neria closer by the hand, taking advantage of Kell's distance and distraction. She squeezed, then looked into Neria's eyes.

"What I would ask you," she said quietly, nodding meaningfully toward Kell. "You already intend to do."