[ He turns to greet her, and says there's no need to apologize— and yet, the stack of papers in front of him says otherwise. Even with Melus and Silver to help, sometimes the paperwork for Spina di Rosula is overwhelming, and they're but a small organization, especially compared to that led by Monsieur Neuvillette, who holds the justice of all Fontainians in his hands.

Which is surely why he seems busier than ever right now, what with the Oratrice's first ever decision contrary to his own, its condemnation of an apparently-innocent man. Truthfully, Navia has considered doing her own investigation... but for some reason, she's found herself hesitating rather than actually carrying it through.

Perhaps she just has a little more faith in the system than she did before.

But. The purpose of her visit. Navia offers him a warm smile. ]

I know you're terribly busy, what with the strangeness with the Snezhnayan visitor, but it occurred to me that I haven't yet offered you a proper apology for my outburst the other day. I let my pain and my anger get the better of me. In accusing you of being unfeeling, I didn't stop to consider how you might actually feel... [ The words, rehearsed over and over, fall flat here, a faltering in her mind as she sees him as he was during their most recent encounter, softened and with a sadness almost palpable in his expression.

A breath. ]

I wanted to apologize, and I figured that with how busy you've been, you probably haven't been eating well enough. So I prepared some snacks. [ She holds the box out toward him, and opens its hinged lid, allowing him to see the assortment of macarons packed neatly together in rows, varied in color and flavor. ]