[ Neuvillette says nothing more as he lets Navia sob into his fabric, the dark spot of tears growing bigger with each passing second, nearly soaking into the undershirt beneath. He wishes there was something he could say or do to alleviate her pain, but what could possibly be done to ease the pain of loss felt by those left behind? He thinks of that adage of how only time can heal, and time is in short supply right now. She is right about that. ]
...I understand. [ When she moves to pull away, part of him wants to pull her back and keep her close. But he ignores that part of him, dropping his arms from around her as she steps back. ]
But please let me accompany you back to Poisson, at least.
[ From above, a few stray raindrops fall and hit the brim of Navia's hat; not the kind that heralds an approaching downpour, but rather the equivalent of an errant teardrop escaping to drift the length of the dragon's cheek. ]
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...I understand. [ When she moves to pull away, part of him wants to pull her back and keep her close. But he ignores that part of him, dropping his arms from around her as she steps back. ]
But please let me accompany you back to Poisson, at least.
[ From above, a few stray raindrops fall and hit the brim of Navia's hat; not the kind that heralds an approaching downpour, but rather the equivalent of an errant teardrop escaping to drift the length of the dragon's cheek. ]