[ Neuvillette had been able to hold it in throughout the memorial service because he didn't want the manifestation of his grief to leave everyone drenched and cold. The skies had been an unyielding expanse of gray as if reflecting everyone's mood, but there hadn't been a single raindrop in sight—until now. As soon as the Iudex catches sight of those tears rolling down Navia's cheeks, the clouds above their heads darken to an ominous charcoal and the metaphorical dam breaks like a wooden door being kicked in.
Thick droplets of rain begin to pour down from the heavens, hitting the ground with such force that some of them ricochet several inches upward. Neuvillette says nothing, waiting for her reaction to the sudden shift in the weather; the Traveler had figured out his identity with ease, and it would be an insult to Navia's intelligence to assume she won't figure out the truth with the evidence literally falling down from above. ]
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Thick droplets of rain begin to pour down from the heavens, hitting the ground with such force that some of them ricochet several inches upward. Neuvillette says nothing, waiting for her reaction to the sudden shift in the weather; the Traveler had figured out his identity with ease, and it would be an insult to Navia's intelligence to assume she won't figure out the truth with the evidence literally falling down from above. ]