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The fortress of Meroptide has been slowly getting back to normal recently. Of course, no one can expect that everything was gonna to go back to how it was before, not after such a massive flood but, it's still improvement.
Everyone is minding their own business doing work, Wriothesley being no exception, completing a bunch of paperwork in his office while occasionally taking a sip of his tea. Perhaps trying to drown himself in work to avoid his empty thoughts, or maybe he's thinking of something as he's working, more like a someone instead.
It's been a few weeks since the prophecy came true, and since he last saw Navia in person.
Even with everything that's happened he still often thinks back to that conversation he had with miss Navia. Nothing noteworthy was spoken but, he wishes he could have said something more.
He never got to keep that promise and thank Meluse in person for everything, it wasn't even a promise he made, not even thinking much of it when talking, and yet, he could have arranged something sooner.
He was so thankful for him and Silver, for saving so many people, being heroes, and for probably saving Navia as well. There is no doubt that she was a capable person and could have made it out on her own, but, Silver and Meluse were also and they're gone now. Wriothesley wasn't there to witness it of course but it must have been terrifying, as he was also once very close to death himself.
He remembers that feeling, running as fast as he could before the gate closed on him, one wrong move and it's all over.
It's probably best not to dwell on the past for too long, it all happened too fast after that, and with Navia going trough so much it would be very unfortunate timing for any arrangements. Wriothesley wishes he could do something more for her, but it wouldn't be his place for intervention.
He takes another sip of tea, his focus somewhere else entirely from the papers on his desk.
He hasn't talked with her since then, only seen her for a moment when they were helping people during the flood, and that's no time for chatting.
It's hard to forget about her, the beautiful face of the president of Spina di Rosula is all over the newspaper, and it's thanks to her that Fontaine got better so quickly.
It's been some time since then, maybe she'd still accept his invitation for tea? Or perhaps she's still as busy as always, like he would be right now if he wasn't stuck daydreaming.