Neria did not look at Kell. Her eyes were on the King and Queen, her back straight. For once, there was nothing in Kell's thoughts - no warmth, no whisper - as she retreated to keep herself focused. So that nothing on her face would betray whatever it was she felt unless she allowed it.

They did not waste time. She understood why. And she remembered that Kell told her to be honest, even if it did not paint him in a favorable light. She did not want to tell them anything that might hurt him - but she knew what it was to be the protector of a world, the responsibility on a single set of shoulders.

Neria breathed. "I am not from this world, nor am I a native of the world I came from. The one I met Kell in, Asora. In my time there, I have changed. And in these changes, my magic has grown and...has allowed me to slip through the fabric of the world." She tipped her head up and spoke with complete and utter honesty. "But this power was, supposedly, limited to Asora. I did not know it would allow me to slip through to other worlds.

"I wish I could say I chose to come here. I did not. I only wanted to be away from where I was."