Kell looked up, straightened as Neria called out to him, fingers loosening from where they'd been fixed on his sleeve, arms dropping to his side. He turned his head to the left, sifting through his mind -- or considering.

Rather than answering immediately, he instead made his way back through the displays to Calla, where she was boxing up the things.

When he asked, it was almost uncomfortable, though he didn't seem to be hiding it.

"... the debt, is it...?"

Calla shook her head, and Kell's expression settled, but his shoulders dipped. He nodded, reaching up to brush his hair back from his face.

Turning, Calla held out the boxes. Kell automatically put his arms out to accept them, balancing everything. Calla showed no real reverence for his status, loading him up like this, and a part of him deeply appreciated it. Even if he pulled a face.

"To the palace?" he asked Neria, turning his head to glance at her through his blue eye.