[A moment or two passes, and then she lifts her head again. Gabranth's apology doesn't go unappreciated. She puts the quill down on the table, and then reaches out with both hands to take one of Gabranth's in her own, an attempt to gain his attention.] It's okay.

I will just work harder. [The formalities of being an Empress bore her to tears; the history, the etiquette, the rules. But taking on the mantle her mother wore, becoming a good Empress isn't something she takes so lightly.] I'll be strong, like Corvo, when I get back to Dunwall. I'll learn to fight, [A great future passion of hers.] and I'll go seafaring myself, and I'll help the people with the plague and try to find a cure. Maybe there's a cure here.

[Lightly, she squeezes his hand.] Thank you for helping me, Judge Magister Gabranth.