[ When Navia does step back, it's only to look up at him, her eyes brimming with tears, sapphire gaze seeking the lavender of his before she presses back in with another helpless sob. Truthfully, she doesn't know what to do. With everything that needs to happen, the deepest part of her feels as if this is a waste of time, that they should be focused now on something that isn't her emotional health. ]

I— I'm sorry. Truthfully, we— we do not have time for that, Monsieur, we... we are in a race against the clock...

[ Despite saying as much, she stays close, trying to breathe through her tears. She can't quite help herself. His hold, his soft voice, even the scent of him somehow serves as a comfort, soothes the feeling of her trembling, quaking legs that otherwise are trying to give out on her. She shouldn't lean on him so much. He has already done so much. He saved her, he—

Navia sucks in a breath, taking a shaking step back from him. ]

I'm sorry.