Neria watched and something cold settled into her bones. She did not look at Kell, would not betray him, but a question burned inside of her that she reined in before it slipped out, knowing it would immediately unsettle what was already upturned.

Maxim spoke and she breathed again. Her gaze returned to him.

"I am equally as concerned as you are, Your Grace," she admitted, and this, too, was not a lie. "That I was able to do this at all is disconcerting. I do not know where the weft in the world is, but I would see it closed permanently to prevent others such as myself from entering this world in the ways that I have."

And to add assurances, even if it made her heart ache, she added, "With that accomplished, I would depart. If possible...I would stand guard to ensure what happened today does not happen again." She did not reach out to Kell, though she desperately wanted to. If she did, she knew her composure would crumble.

She would depart. She would not, however, imply that she would enjoy doing so.