[ For a few moments, Neuvillette will have nothing from Navia but her tears, and the way she turns into him to press her face into his shoulder the moment his hand touches her back. She shouldn't take such liberties, just as she shouldn't have thrown her arms around him the first time they found each other here, but she's not thinking about things like that right now.

(Later, she'll have to apologize.)

And she'll apologize now, too, pulling back from him with a breath as she manages to get herself under control, although her lips still quiver, her eyes still water with yet unshed tears. ]

I— I'm sorry. I just— [ Another deep breath. ] I don't exactly know how, but I remembered—

[ She feels like she's about to faint. ]

Monsieur do you know you saved me? You saved everyone, but— [ Ugh, talking around it isn't going to get her anywhere, is it? She has to face it head on.

There's no other option. ]

Poisson flooded, and Melus and Silver— they— they died. [ No, that's not entirely true, is it? ] They... became part of it.