He didn’t divert his attention to the shirt when she held it up to him, instead refusing to change the subject while she tried to decide whether she liked the shirt. Everything Théadan said made sense to her, but it was not how he had come off to her and she was still stubbornly hanging on to the fact she did not like telling him what her people had to say about them together. He wanted to know, he truly deserved to know, but Navia hated hearing what her own country had to say about Théadan and repeating it so he would know too was nearly as painful. Frowning, dividing her attention between him and the shirt while he spoke, Navia pressed a hand forward to make the shirt fit up against his front a bit better to get an idea of how it would look on before she finally shook her head. “It clashes with your complexion,” she decided and went to return it neatly to its pile when Théadan went on to point out how they’d come across so much danger before that they both needed to keep the other informed.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, Navia shook her head slightly at his point they both she wasn’t tired. She was growing weary, shouldn’t that count? She didn’t point it out though, instead releasing a frustrated growl when Théadan spun it all around on her and reminded her she would have wanted to know. “It wasn’t even worth repeating!” Navia shot back at him in exasperation, abandoning the shirts to face Théadan again, “He was just trying to upset me; we weren’t in danger and there can be nothing done over what some haughty Khluri has to say about me. I don’t know why you can’t—“<br/><br/>“<i>Kraya vikra anuzaya o gati,</i>” The woman behind the table suddenly demanded, her expression clearly unamused by the pair of lovers whom had chosen to monopolize her storefront with their bickering. Her black eyebrows were high on her forehead and she swept her hand at them in irritation.<br/><br/>“She says to make a purchase or move on,” Navia said drolly, pointedly making sure to translate for Théadan since it was the topic of their conversation before rolling her eyes. Since he had not made any effort to assess the items she had shown him, Navia reached out and tugged the blue shirt she had found away from him. After a quick fold, Navia set it down with the other shirts. The next booth over was devoid of a seller, occupied only by an empty table, so Navia crossed over and turned back to face Théadan there, so they could finish their conflict and remain out of the way of others.<br/><br/>“Look,” Navia sighed, crossing her arms beneath her breasts and frowning up at Théadan, “I didn’t want to tell you what he said because I didn’t want to say it. I know you want to know and deserve to know, but repeating it to you makes me feel like I’m actually saying it to you and I'm embarrassed my people would say it in the first place. So I’d rather pretend it didn’t happen and move on so our evening isn’t ruined.” Pursing her lips together, Navia glanced over Théadan’s shoulder and back at the booth they’d just left, “Can we please just find the clothes we want, maybe pick up something to have for a meal, then go back? I just want it to be you and me again.” There were so many people around and many watching their exchange, leaving her to want nothing more than to retire to their room for the night.