[ Neuvillette can't fool Navia. When a bag with 25 million Mora shows up on her doorstep, the day after he said the Palais would send aid, she knows exactly where it's come from. But how is she meant to find the time to thank him when everything goes so wildly crazy within the days that follow? The prophecy comes true, but everyone survives for reasons Navia still doesn't entirely understand— so many things happened in a single flash of light, and she's still trying to process what little she saw— and then comes the time to rebuild, until finally things are starting to feel right again.

So they hold a memorial. She speaks, and she smiles gently, and she comforts, and she hates every last moment of it, but she does what has to be done so that the people can have their closure. Florent stays close by, ready to offer support if she needs it, and she feels now and then the gentle eyes of the Iudex, but she makes it through every last moment standing tall and proud, even as the crowd's dispersion is so painfully slow she wants to scream.

But soon she is alone— well, alone except for the Iudex himself. And in part, she is sure he's remained only to confirm her own wellbeing, but after so many others have sought her attention today, she can't quite help the way she offers him her more business-like smile, hiding her own exhaustion and grief under a gentle, kind mask. ]

Monsieur Neuvillette, thank you for attending the memorial. I know it meant a lot to the people of Poisson.

[ It meant a lot to her, too, but this is not the right time nor place for her own feelings, she thinks. ]

Was there something you wished to speak with me about?