The Navigator shook her head and rubbed along her arms, as if she needed to warm up. That training incident still haunted her in a way that merely 'confronting' had never solved. She quickly opened her mouth again, to keep the talk moving along.
Though her choice of words were kind of ironic.
"I've spent so much energy trying to avoid difficult conversations that I've made everything more difficult. Thank you for putting up with me."
She could sense Poros wrestling with something - his emotions turning into a tangle of protective instinct and some kind of surrender. His hand tightened around his glass, but it felt like it squoze her heart. Naia didn't know *what* he knew that she did not, but-
"That's fair. Just... remember you don't have to handle everything alone. Whatever happens."
'He must be sure this will end badly. But he thinks I need to do it anyway. So he won't stop me.'