Théadan was on edge as they walked the streets, it was difficult to keep himself from warily scrutinizing every Khluri they passed out of concern they may turn on them too. Far too many of them gave odd or scornful looks, but it was early enough in the morning that path didn't have too many Khluri roaming just yet. Even so Théadan would cast the occasional cautious look backwards to make sure they weren't being followed. Two attacks in as many days was more than enough for him to know he was not welcome in this town, and it was just better for all if they moved on to a more accommodating town. Thankfully Navia was fine despite what had happened, she looked as concerned as on edge as he, and judging from her expression she was equally surprised by how well dropping her name had worked, that they had even thought she was the Queen at first was especially surprising. Despite how lauded the Rúl name was in Mes'Mo'Tan, he doubted he would have gotten anywhere near the same reaction, it would have likely been met with skepticism without something to back it up.<br/><br/>They made it to the stable in good time, letting themselves in. Fortunately there was no one else around yet, much to Théadan's relief, just their horses waiting for them, both turning their heads to see their masters arrive, knowing they were soon to be continuing on their journey. Théadan was about to start grabbing the saddle to begin getting Wyndagar ready to leave, when Navia stepped between him and the door, her eyes searching his, her hands coming up to frame his face as a worried expression looked him over, and she reciprocated the same concern he had for her. He understood fully how Navia had felt when they had been separated even briefly. They were not in control of the situation, and there was a very real danger for them in that inn, the likes of which they had not felt since leaving Mes'Mo'Tan.<br/><br/>"I'm fine." Théadan murmured, he was unsettled, had plenty of worries now racing through his mind, and was a lot more wary of anyone glaring at them, but physically he was fine. "I'm fine." He reiterated as Navia sought the truth of it from him. "They didn't really get the chance to do anything to me other than drag me to the floor." Everything had happened so quickly, and the men had not had a chance to try and hit him while they wrestled against each other for control. Even so that inn was going to leave its mark on him Théadan was certain of it. It was the first time he had truly seen and felt the anger many Khluri had for Mes'Mo'Tan, and with him one of the very few Mes'Mo'Tanians in the country, it was likely their ire would be directed entirely at them. "It's just my pride that is hurt, but that will heal just fine once we're out of this town." He said, hand reaching up to cup hers and bring it down from his cheek so she would let him passed to see to getting Wyndagar ready.<br/><br/>Thoughts of that man trying to just take whatever he wanted from Navia remained in Théadan's mind though, and he grimaced at them. He had fought hard to try and make sure Navia would never be treated that way again, and it infuriated him that he had been unable to do anything to prevent it. "I'm sorry I couldn't stop him from doing...<i>that.</i>" He said dejectedly, thinking on how far they had traveled in their efforts to be together and be safe. "It wasn't supposed to be like this. When we returned to Khlurios you were supposed to be safe. No one was supposed to be able to try and do whatever they wanted to you like that again." Perhaps he had been naive to think her people would react any different to them. Just as his own had been repulsed by their intent to be together, and lashed out at it, so had hers. Khlurios was supposed to ensure Navia would be safe from harm, but it seemed being with him was just as likely to cause it.