[ Navia's body goes rigid for a moment when Wriothesley easily reaches out and lifts her into his lap. For a man boasting a Cryo Vision, it's surprisingly warm with his arms draped securely around her, and yet she wants to fight him off. He doesn't know her as anything but Callas' daughter, the new President of the Spina di Rosula, and as the President she has to be strong. There's a reason people call her 'Boss,' and it's not because they see her as a vulnerable little girl prone to outbursts of melancholy... but that's how she feels now, because she really has been through a lot in the last few months, and not one person since her father's death three years ago has ever held her tight and told her it was all right to grieve.
Once the first few tears fall, it's impossible to hold them back, much like the Primordial Sea itself. She covers her face with her hands and begins to weep, sobbing in Wriothesley's steady hold until she's wrung herself entirely dry.
She feels awful. She feels... lighter. She feels the need to apologize for such an emotional display, but all she can do is lie there for a moment to recover her strength. She's not sure how she's supposed to look Wriothesley in the eye after this, but he wouldnt have invited her grief only to shame her for it after the fact. ]
I... think I needed that. [ Her voice is soft, almost meek. ] Thank you.
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Once the first few tears fall, it's impossible to hold them back, much like the Primordial Sea itself. She covers her face with her hands and begins to weep, sobbing in Wriothesley's steady hold until she's wrung herself entirely dry.
She feels awful. She feels... lighter. She feels the need to apologize for such an emotional display, but all she can do is lie there for a moment to recover her strength. She's not sure how she's supposed to look Wriothesley in the eye after this, but he wouldnt have invited her grief only to shame her for it after the fact. ]
I... think I needed that. [ Her voice is soft, almost meek. ] Thank you.