Navia has always been a cheerful woman, yet... there were times she told you of her deepest paranoia and worries. Her mother had died during childbirth. Her father killed by the Champion Duelist. Her bodyguards, her best friends, absorbed by the water of the Primordial Sea. Everyone she knew or loved had died and left her.

Navia expressed such worries not often, but enough for you to remember. Often late at night, with a loose chance you were awake to hear her, she'd whisper to you something along the lines of "don't leave me, please" with her arms encircling your midriff. You'd feel Navia's tears run down your hair, your neck, chest, wherever her face was placed at the time. Everything slowed down one night.

You had come home later than usual. Not strange enough to warrant worry, but the time ticked by. Thirty minutes. An hour. Two hours. Three. Navia couldn't help but worry. She paced around the living room, bolting up at the sound of the door unlocking. She froze at the sight of your state, bloodied to the point of near death. You had been attacked by a group of thugs and beaten within an inch of your life, for... being with the President of the Spina Di Rosula.

"Is it all my fault? Am I a bad omen?"

That was her second thought, after one about if your pretty face would be okay. Navia slowly stepped over to you, before you just up and collapsed against her. Her hands grabbed at you in a panic, worrying that you had just died in her arms. All of her worries disappeared when a grumble vibrated from your throat against her shoulder. The rest of the night was spent cleaning your cuts and bandaging your wounds.

Navia's worries slowly melted away with the feeling of your body resting on hers, against her couch. Your battered face rested calmly against her chest, like a sleeping cat. "Cutie patootie..." She muttered affectionately on your head. The worries were not entirely gone, however... "You won't die, right? Like Silver, Melus... Dad..." She questioned, her lips meeting the crown of your head.