It was only after Kell realized Neria had heard his thought that he had to hold back from flinching visibly. Too soon. Far too soon. Although his parents would never do a thing like that.

Never.

Kell wrapped his fingers around the cup, a habit that didn't look proper, one Emira always chided Rhy for, but tended to look past Kell's indulgence in. She didn't notice now -- her eyes were for Neria, weighing her words, weighing the questions she wanted to ask.

"Would you mind telling us about how you found yourself here? In as much detail as possible? This may help us to understand the circumstances better."

Apparently, they weren't wasting any time.