[ For a brief fraction of a second, Neuvillette feels a chord of alarm within him when he sees the beginning of tears; why is she crying at good news? Then the thank you is spoken and it occurs to him that these are tears of joy, relief or something in that general vicinity. It's easy to forget sometimes that humans occasionally cry for good reasons and not as an expression of sadness or physical pain. (The rain his emotions bring down from the skies have never been the result of joy, only ever his sorrow.) ]

You're welcome, Mademoiselle. [ He replies, a neutral quality to his voice as he continues while he keeps his gaze affixed to what he can see of her face. He would've missed that slight tremble to her lip if he wasn't paying more attention to her body language. ] They're still working to establish whether he was aware that it would have dissolved you, but given that he's Fontainian I find it hard to believe that he wasn't at least given some sort of warning to handle it with utmost care.

[ Apparently he had confessed during questioning to having tampered with her drink, but swore that it's all he's guilty of because he wasn't told what would happen. Which, to Neuvillette, sounds like a pathetic attempt to only be charged with a lesser crime that will get him a more lenient punishment now that he's been cornered with no way out of the metaphorical noose tightening around his neck. ]