Poisson was the first place she had gone after the floodwaters had receded, and there Navia had remained. No-one else had seemingly been dissolved into the Primordial Sea, meaning that the prophecy had indeed been thwarted, but that was the last thing on her mind right now: her hometown was still reeling from the tragedy that occurred days before Lady Furina's trial, and her first priority was in ensuring that her people, the Spina's people were taken care of.
To receive outside assistance from The Knave had certainly been unexpected, but an incredible weight off of her shoulders nonetheless. More surprising was the appearance of the woman herself on this rainy afternoon — most of Navia's dealings so far had been with the orphans of the House of the Hearth. Safe to say, the warmness with which they had embraced helping Poisson's homeless, widowed and orphaned did not quite match the steely, detached aura that always exuded from their so-called Father, but Navia was not easily intimidated. And, above all, she was still grateful.
“ Oh! — No, not at all. ” Navia turned to offer the other woman her full attention, any stresses that kept her pacing up and down ( and, indeed, kept her up at night ) swiftly forgotten for now. “ I had actually been meaning to thank you in person for all that you and the House have done for Poisson over recent days. ” If only The Knave had been easier to pin down, or Navia would have reached out before now. “ There is still a long way to go, but we could not have made this much progress this quickly were it not for your help. ”
