[ In response to Neuvillette's question, Navia manages a small shake of her head. A short rest, that is all she needs, and then she'll be able to leave him and try to put thoughts of her almost-murder behind her. Perhaps Melus and Silver will take her for a walk, distract her from the worst of it until the fear and anxiety has finally melted away into the distance of the past. Either way, she should refrain from troubling the Iudex himself with her problems any longer— after all, she wanted to come here to offer her apologies, not distract and bother him yet further.

So she smiles, shakes her head again as if to emphasize the reassurance she aims to give him. ]

No, Monsieur. Thank you, but I do not wish to impose myself any further upon your kindness. I am all too aware of how busy your schedule is; once my strength is recovered, I will be on my way. I will be fine—

[ *** ]
—there is no need to concern yourself on my account.

[ The words come out weaker than Navia would like. The two of them are barely out of the Traveler's eyesight when Neuvillette asks after her, and it's all she can do not to collapse on the spot in an echo of that time mere weeks ago in the Iudex's office. Back then, she could think only of getting home, of inviting her closest companions on a walk so that she may put her worries behind her.

She can't do that today.

Melus and Silver will never walk with her again.

No— No, she mustn't think like that. One foot in front of the other. She will walk home, she will speak to the men she has stationed there still, she will see what else needs yet to be done. She will focus on that, on moving forward, on fixing those things needing to be fixed. Just like her Papa would have done.

One foot, then the other. ]

Thank you, Monsieur. I will be fine from here. I—

[ Navia bursts into tears. ]