[ The Iudex, a man Navia previously accused of lacking in emotion, is asking her to properly process her feelings. In any other situation, she'd laugh so sweetly at the irony of it, perhaps take the opportunity to gently tease both him and herself—

But as it stands now, her heart is aching with cold, broken and shattered at her feet. Her legs tremble; her arms quake. How is she meant to move forward when she no longer remembers how to walk?

She needs somewhere to sit, lest her legs cave like they did on that day in his office. But they are standing at the water's edge, and the only things around are rocks, and...

Navia closes her eyes, breathes through the tears, tries to process the onrush of thoughts. ]

You— Monsieur Neuvillette, you saved me back there. [ She pushes aside the knowledge of Melus and Silver the pair of Oceanids that protected her for long enough for him to do so— If she thinks on them, she'll break— and focuses instead on the events that occurred outside of her realm of awareness. ] I would have been dissolved, and— and the people of Poisson would have no one to help them anymore.

[ Is she processing her feelings? Yes. Is she processing the feelings she should be processing? Most certainly not. ]

So... thank you.