[Sorry, Navia. It's probably no surprise that Wriothesley will avoid talking about it. He had always been this way, keeping his issues as only his. He's content with his life, anyways. If it's just a bit lonely, it's fine. It's better than it ever has been.

The growl of Navia's stomach makes Wriothesley bark out pleased laughter though.]

Of course, of course. Eating is important and I would say that you should also hydrate yourself. [He's sure that her body will be more than happy to accept some nourishment after their cry. He also isn't opposed to eating, especially with the rather wondrous spread left for them.

He gets rid of the sheer gown that was offering nothing in terms of coverage and slips on the robe Navia has handed him.]

Ah, sorry to disappoint. This probably isn't the extravagance and emotionally sweeping moment you were expecting. [After all, she probably has a list of people she would rather marry than him. Self deprecating? Of course not. He's just being realistic given that Navia and him have very little between them.] Though the spread in food is impressive. They really are far kinder this time around.

[He takes a seat at the table.]