[If you blush like that, he can't help to want to fluster her a bit more. Just a bit of teasing.] It's not that bad, really. [It's...a room. Then again, Wriothesley apparently has very little qualms about the quality of his room given that he has experienced the poorest of conditions before. He's probably not the best judge of such things.
Wriothesley has to take everything in at rapid fire and it's a hell of a lot. He knew about Marcel's trial and all, but Furina's trial and everything else is completely new to him.
He tucks all that information away for the time being though, because there's something more that lingers. His finger instinctively fusses with a matching sapphire ring around his ring finger as he feels a heavy weight in his chest. It isn't his grief or sadness but it's suffocating.
And he is not such a heartless person. He reaches for Navia and brings her close, her back resting against his chest. Ignoring their state of questionable dress, his focus is on the woman obviously still mourning.] You can cry. Grieve. You've have gone through so much in such little time, Navia.
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Wriothesley has to take everything in at rapid fire and it's a hell of a lot. He knew about Marcel's trial and all, but Furina's trial and everything else is completely new to him.
He tucks all that information away for the time being though, because there's something more that lingers. His finger instinctively fusses with a matching sapphire ring around his ring finger as he feels a heavy weight in his chest. It isn't his grief or sadness but it's suffocating.
And he is not such a heartless person. He reaches for Navia and brings her close, her back resting against his chest. Ignoring their state of questionable dress, his focus is on the woman obviously still mourning.] You can cry. Grieve. You've have gone through so much in such little time, Navia.