[It probably should take him longer to get to where she is, but... well, he has his ways and means, and when he says within the hour it is not wishful thinking. Neuvillette already has an idea of what she might wish to speak of, having already been assaulted by the fresh memories of things that had come to pass in Fontaine himself, but he reserves any kind of judgement on that until he has the chance to speak with Navia directly.
That the door is ajar gives him pause, just for a moment, before he heads inside and closes it softly behind him.]
It-...
[This is not the first time he has seen Navia cry. By far not the first time, and nor is it the first time witnessing such a thing has been like a knife in his heart, and just like every other time he finds himself immediately at a loss of what to do about it.
He hovers awkwardly for a moment, a quiet breath catching in his throat, then he carefully sits down beside her and places one hand against her back.]
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That the door is ajar gives him pause, just for a moment, before he heads inside and closes it softly behind him.]
It-...
[This is not the first time he has seen Navia cry. By far not the first time, and nor is it the first time witnessing such a thing has been like a knife in his heart, and just like every other time he finds himself immediately at a loss of what to do about it.
He hovers awkwardly for a moment, a quiet breath catching in his throat, then he carefully sits down beside her and places one hand against her back.]