She let the brief flash of pain wash over her, frowning. Neria reached out and pressed back, warm against his thoughts, but did not push for answers. Holland was a subject they hadn't spoken of in months, though she remembered the things they had traded about him. But what Kell didn't say became clear to her: these guards were supposed to be with him, and he'd slipped their lead to be at her side.

All right. Give me a few minutes.

She pulled her hair back into something looser, and braided two short strands to pull back into the tie on either side of her head. Neria looked at herself in the mirror and pulled herself from her chair. She made her way to Kell's room, gently knocking for him.