The tears kept falling despite Théadan's attempts to turn Navia's thoughts to think of happier things. It was so very odd for him to see her this way, those few times she had cried about something in the past, there was always good reason behind it, she always had something to say to tell him what was wrong, and many of the times he had been in some way the cause. This was not the case this time, it did not seem Navia even really knew why she was in tears, no clear explanation for them was forthcoming, she didn't try to avoid his attempts to cheer her up and focus on what was the problem. The tears just kept rolling down her cheeks as she tried to answer the questions he had asked, unsure of how he family may react to her arrival back home because it had been so long since she had last been with them.<br/><br/>What Navia said next almost made Théadan laugh at how absurd it was, though he kept himself from showing it, knowing it would not go well. But the idea anyone could have forgotten about her seemed absolutely bizarre to Théadan. Even without her title, Navia was not a woman you would forget both for her personality and for her beauty. But this was her brothers she was talking about, and with how deeply she cared for them, and how they must have cared deeply for her, there was just no chance they would have forgotten about her. Despite some of the more silly worries Navia was throwing up, he could begin to see what was troubling her, what made her so emotional. They were so close now, and there was a little bit of anxiety in the air, these were all doubts, little niggling worries that lurked at the back of her mind and had come to the fore now that they were at the end of their long journey.<br/><br/>"You're being silly." Théadan said softly, keeping his soothing tones as he gave her a small loving squeeze. Intent on brushing away all those worries she had in her mind. "How could anyone forget you? You cause far too much trouble for anyone to forget the great beauty of Khlurios - as beautiful as she is troublesome." He teased her a little, but pressed another kiss to her cheek, hoping the combination of humour and affection might help. "Your brothers love you, they will be overjoyed to see you, and if anyone suggested clearing out your wing of the palace after a few months, you can know with certainty they would absolutely prevent it." Théadan said more seriously, doing his best to assure her the world she knew had not forgotten her while she was away. That those she loved would welcome her home with open arms. "Everything will be where you left it."<br/><br/>The latter half of her questions felt a good deal more legitimate to Théadan though, and they were questions he did not have any solid answers for. When they arrived in Mandira they would almost certainly be winging it, trying to work out how they'll fit in as they go. Théadan didn't really want to bring up how the nobles might react to him being there, and he had no idea what he could really do to try and help. His life had almost been exclusively in service to his country, be it as the commander of one part of the army, or the commander of the city guard. "We've been through so much together, no matter what life we have waiting for us in Mandira we'll find a way to make it work because we'll be together." It was the one truth he was absolutely certain of. They had handled so much, and come so far, together he was certain they could face whatever the world threw at them. "And about a half year from now I doubt our lives will be very quiet at all." Théadan added, his tone a little humourous as his hand dropped to stroke over her abdomen affectionately. "You won't be a 'useless' Duchess. We'll find ways to make ourselves useful, to build our life together. I don't know what it will be, but it will be spent with us together." His hand around her back moved to take one of her hands in his own, intertwining their fingers. "You and me. We'll find a way just as we always have."