There was something, some little trace of magical flavor, that disappeared when he put the amulet away; Elia could taste the way that its magic faded from the air, and she settled a little. Pretending she didn't want to know was difficult, but easier when the object she was trying to ignore wasn't close at hand. "I've offered Catherine my services, if she needs them. Taking her into the void gives her an opportunity to rest, at least. What happened in Louisiana was... I didn't think that it would be so damaging for her." There was a rare note of regret in Elia's tone. She had promised to protect Catherine, after all – and while she had gotten her away from the plantation, she certainly hadn't kept her safe from harm.
When he stood, the witch frowned and sat up, watching him step away with a sudden pang of longing. "You couldn't talk to me like that, could you?" She knew the change of topic was abrupt, of course, but Kennet was more than clever. Elia had a feeling he would know exactly what she was talking about. "Like an equal, or as someone you trust. You don't have that kind of... affection... where I'm concerned?" She didn't sound upset, it was hardly an emotional declaration – but it was clearly something that had been on her mind.