Forgiveness is not something Clorinde ever expects from Navia, frankly. No matter the premeditation on her father’s part, it still was Clorinde’s blade that ended him. It would be a mark she wore for the rest of her life, and she had seen the rage and hurt in Navia’s eyes before the truth was revealed,
Forgiveness is not a singular discrete act. It is moments collected over time; it is Navia’s warm smile offered more often, it is casual conversations that can now be had, it is the accepted invitation to try a newly opened tea shop. It is hope.