Beneath the table, Kell shifted his leg to press against hers from knee to ankle to boot, steady. This had gone well.

King Maxim acknowledged the thanks with a nod, then turned to Kell, his voice lowering to the tone of a command.

"See Tieren later today. He will be busy with the last of the Games to prepare for, but we dare not let this lie longer than we must."

Kell inclined his head, a slight bow. "Yes, sir."

"We have more preparations to see to," Emira said quietly, looking between the both of them. "Is there anything else?"

Kell said nothing, but his eyes flickered toward Neria, in question.