That wasn't strength to her. It was an ability, perhaps. Strength, to her, was the capability of circumventing great tragedy. When she thought of power, she thought of Kell on the battlefield. She thought of being able to save lives. Going from one world to another was a fluke, something she hadn't even been rightfully attempting.

But she did not argue. Kell assured the Queen of their goal. All Neria did was nod in agreement with him. There was no point disputing the fact.

And for the King, she provided another dip of her head. "I am, Your Grace." That was also a truth she would not deny.