[ Neuvillette is not the only one of them allowing himself to be guided by propriety. With how tired and emotional she is, every last part of her wants to press into him, to let him hold her longer than she should by rights ask; instead, she moves along at his side until they find their way back to Poisson.
And with a broken heart she looks over her fallen kingdom, mostly void of people while the Spina and Fatui work together to secure the boundaries, to make sure it's as safe as it can be under the circumstances.
She wants to weep all over again, but she refuses to let herself cave to it. She tightens her grip on her umbrella, as if to seek something to help her maintain contact with the ground when she feels as if the tides of her emotion want to tear her away. ]
...Thank you, Monsieur Neuvillete. For... for everything, today.
[ It's not much of a farewell. But Navia hasn't known what to say for quite a while, now. ]
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And with a broken heart she looks over her fallen kingdom, mostly void of people while the Spina and Fatui work together to secure the boundaries, to make sure it's as safe as it can be under the circumstances.
She wants to weep all over again, but she refuses to let herself cave to it. She tightens her grip on her umbrella, as if to seek something to help her maintain contact with the ground when she feels as if the tides of her emotion want to tear her away. ]
...Thank you, Monsieur Neuvillete. For... for everything, today.
[ It's not much of a farewell. But Navia hasn't known what to say for quite a while, now. ]