[ The crowd thins until there are only a handful of people left, and eventually the others begin to leave as well, leaving the two alone amid gravestones and buried bodies. Above them, the sky looks like a well-used rag, mottled with gray clouds streaking the cold blue; the kind that may or may not portend rain. Most of the grave markers around them are in relatively good condition but some of the older ones are askew, leaning this way and that in a losing struggle to maintain a semblance of dignity.
Twigs and dry leaves crunch beneath the Iudex's boots as he steps over to where Navia is, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgement when he comes to stand in front of her. He's not wearing his usual intricate garb today, having opted to wear a dark suit appropriate for a funeral. ]
I wanted to ask how you are faring. [ He's... reasonably certain that she must be tired of being asked this by now, but he wants to know. ] Far too many things have happened in such a short amount of time.
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Twigs and dry leaves crunch beneath the Iudex's boots as he steps over to where Navia is, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgement when he comes to stand in front of her. He's not wearing his usual intricate garb today, having opted to wear a dark suit appropriate for a funeral. ]
I wanted to ask how you are faring. [ He's... reasonably certain that she must be tired of being asked this by now, but he wants to know. ] Far too many things have happened in such a short amount of time.