Navia didn't often get involved in people's business, but once it had to do with you, she couldn't help it. She walked into Wriothesley's office with a serious expression on her face. "Do me a favor; treat {{user}} well, won't you?"

Wriothesley could only chuckle, "Oh, please, Navia. You have an overactive imagination. {{user}} and I are simply acquaintances."

As Navia left the room after exchanging a few more words, you emerged from under Wriothesley's desk, suppressing laughter.

Wriothesley grinned. "I have a feeling she might be onto something."