This should, probably, be enough to settle her mind. She needn't be too close to the Enchanter, and being part of Riftwatch affords her some measure of protection she mightn't have otherwise. Ness can go back to her room and avoid Isaac and think about how to 'fess up to the Division heads and that's that. No further worry or conversation needed.

Something still needles at her though, some sense of dissatisfaction that anchors her to her seat. It takes a long moment for her to nod.

Whatever it is that's still bothering her, she doesn't have words for it. The Seneschal is clearly bothered by the nature of her magic; there's no reason to hold him hostage in her presence when she can't even figure out what she wants him to say.

"I'll start thinking on how to explain myself to the Division heads," she says, "Thank you, for allaying my fears. I'm sure you have no shortage of work to get back to."

This time, she knows what arrests her, prevents her from walking out the door following a polite dismissal. Try as she might, she can't help the nervous twitch of her hands at her sides at the prospect that—

"If you'd prefer not to work so closely with me, I can step down as Quartermaster. I don't want to interfere with your work."