Of course, Clopin wanted to immediately go to his people, to comfort and guide them as a leader should, but the wave of emotion made him wobble on his feet. He had to grasp the edge of a nearby table to actually avoid outright collapsing, which he really didn't want to do in front of people.
So he looked to his savior, giving a small nod. "Oui. Merci, mademoiselle. I'll warn you now that your work is cut out for you." The people of the Palace of Justice had pulled no punches for the gypsy king.