Kell's perpetual frown, even in this tumultuous moment, only made her briefly smile. Her thumbs brushed over the high bones of his cheeks, fond, and he held her in his grip.

"Even so, I don't want to keep hurting you." In every way. Kell was free now, free from Asora and the expectations of true godhood, even if he was still cursed to life unending as a godling, adrift in a world that already regarded him as mover of stars and sun. She was the blade that dug up the old wounds, and she dearly wished she was not.

Her hands fell from his face after a time, also settling on his shoulders. They slid past there, too, to wrap gently around him and keep him close. "I--" Words. There were too many things she wanted to say and it never seemed the right time to say them. Did she tell him, again, how she missed him? How she wished things could be different? Should she reassure him, as he had reassured her, that they would overcome this too?

Neria swallowed. For a moment, she could not quite meet his gaze. "Thank you. For...For everything." For allowing her to reconcile with him; for providing his support and his solidity in front of his parents; for not sending her away.