Near-black eyes followed Théadan’s movements as he moved to join her on the bed and they softened considerably when he took the time to press a kiss to her cheek. She always loved his kisses, his touch, all the ways he could stir her up her passions, but the little gestures of affection he gave always tugged at her heart. He stretched out on the bed and her gaze wandered, moving from his face to shoulders, to chest, to abdomen. She felt his touch upon her back however, and that distracted her from her silent gazing to look back into his eyes. He appeared interested in simply having a hand upon her, his gaze on her back while he thoughtfully spoke of Khluri attire looking beautiful on women. Navia smiled down at him, pleased to hear Théadan wanted to see her in Khluri clothing, and she lowered to capture his lips in a pleased kiss. It would be fun to show him all the different clothes she had, especially the attire she thought would kick up the desires he had for her, but Navia just had to smirk down at him after breaking the warm kiss they shared. “If I’m around you, I’m happiest wearing no clothes.” Then Navia pressed couple more brief kisses to Théadan’s lips while she stretched out beside him, then turned away from him so they could curl up together and sleep snuggled up to each other.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Navia had slept in a little later than usual the next morning. She had also woken up sore, her thighs and abdomen protesting her movements when she finally dragged herself from the bed. The prospect of venturing down to a beach she had not attended since she was a child had been tempting enough to raise her spirits and encourage her into dressing quickly however. The black leggings and mock dress outfit she’d purchased with the sage green dress once they landed in Khlurios were pulled on, and she’d frowned at herself in the mirror while buttoning the front of the teal faux dress, the color rich against her bronzed skin. The neckline was low, hinting at cleavage and the part where the fabric parted to reveal the pants high, exposing her abdomen. The outfit had been fine in her eyes; it had been her hair she found problematic. It’d been loose and long around her shoulders, but she’d taken the time to tame it into a braid down her back to keep it from going wild at the breezy beach.<br/><br/>Baiza had come across them on their way down to the first floor and upon hearing their plans to visit the beach, she’d insisted on them taking a lunch. So they’d had to pause at the kitchens so Baiza could work with one of the attendants there to pack a basket for them to take. It had been a sweet gesture though, so Navia had suppressed her impatience in favor of allowing Baiza to dote on them. Then she’d walked them down to the mouth of the jungle, where she explained a path would take them to the edge of the jungle and they would find steps that had been carved out of the earth to lead down to the beach. With sound instructions and a meal to enjoy, Théadan and Navia had been prepared to embark on their journey together when Baiza had reminded them to be back early enough to have dinner with them and visit Osa after. It was obvious they had discussed the two meetings with each other and Baiza had had a knowing smirk on her lips at the mention of Théadan meeting with Osa.<br/><br/>Nearly half an hour later, Navia was growing restless of walking through the jungle. She could not remember the walk taking so long and if the path hadn’t been cleared so nicely and lined with little logs to mark how they should be walking, she would have thought they weren’t going in the right direction. The sun was climbing in the sky, warming the jungle around them and exciting the birds and insects into singing while they walked. She held the small basket Baiza had packed for them in hand, her gaze wandering the greenery surrounding them before centering on Théadan. They’d been walking with a couple feet between them, so she closed the distance between them and with the swing of her hand, butted the basket up against his thigh. She made no comment of swinging it against him though, instead innocently looking up at him, “What would you rather do first when we arrive? Learn to swim? Search for shells?” A sly smirk tugged at her lips and she let the basket bump up against his thigh a second time as she realized the entertainment she craved was easily acquired by bothering Théadan. “Perhaps we should save visiting that waterfall for later in the afternoon,” she suggested, giving the basket another light swing into his leg. If the waterfall was as thrilling to them as she suspected it would be, they would be tired and ready to leave not long after.