[ The truth of it is that no, she hasn't had the time to grieve, and while Neuvillette notices, his choice not to say anything is taken by her as a successful pass through. That's all she needs for now.
Or so she thinks. That expression which faltered is bound to falter again, especially as the Chief Justice tells her that he would gladly accept a box of macarons from her, mentioning specifically the smoked salmon ones she invented for him shortly before everything went wrong.
She smiles, and reaches out to put a hand on his wrist, glad that he accepts her offer without hesitation. It gives her something else to think about, something that isn't the tragedyβ ]
I am glad you enjoyed them, Monsieur Neuvillette. They took a lot of trial and error! Managing the sugar so that the crust would properly form, yet still ensuring that the savory ingredients were the only thing you could taste... I think I went through four batches before I found the perfect recipe. And the second batch was awful; poor Silver, I think I saw him turn greenβ
[ Alas, her attempt to talk herself through her feelings is wont to fail. Navia falls abruptly silent halfway into her sentence about Silver, and her expression falters once more. ]
and heβ
[ This time, though, it doesn't recover. Navia's countenance dissolves into something stricken, and a twin pair of tears rush down her cheeks unbidden as she looks away. ]
no subject
Or so she thinks. That expression which faltered is bound to falter again, especially as the Chief Justice tells her that he would gladly accept a box of macarons from her, mentioning specifically the smoked salmon ones she invented for him shortly before everything went wrong.
She smiles, and reaches out to put a hand on his wrist, glad that he accepts her offer without hesitation. It gives her something else to think about, something that isn't the tragedyβ ]
I am glad you enjoyed them, Monsieur Neuvillette. They took a lot of trial and error! Managing the sugar so that the crust would properly form, yet still ensuring that the savory ingredients were the only thing you could taste... I think I went through four batches before I found the perfect recipe. And the second batch was awful; poor Silver, I think I saw him turn greenβ
[ Alas, her attempt to talk herself through her feelings is wont to fail. Navia falls abruptly silent halfway into her sentence about Silver, and her expression falters once more. ]
and heβ
[ This time, though, it doesn't recover. Navia's countenance dissolves into something stricken, and a twin pair of tears rush down her cheeks unbidden as she looks away. ]