She had thought she would enjoy sailing on the ship. Wandering the top deck with Théadan by day, gentle rocking that would lull them to sleep at night, spending time alone together and celebrating the fact their lives had grown to be far less dangerous. That had all changed when Théadan was injured of course, and so Navia’s idea of how their travels would be shifted. Instead of exploring together, she had known he would need to rest, celebrating and spending time alone together was far more subdued than she would have thought it would be. They spent a lot of time napping; there wasn’t much else to do in the tiny space they had come to know as their room.<br/><br/>The worst of it was the ship’s light rocking. She had expected to like its rhythmic movements, but it had proven to be troublesome for the nausea that she could not seem to shake. The first time it hit her, she had been fast asleep that first night on the ship, snuggled up with Théadan with their limbs a tangle. She had barely extricated herself from the bed and managed to make it out the door before she was emptying the contents of her stomach in a mop bucket. She knew he likely had noticed she would disappear from time to time, so Navia could only hope Théadan thought she was restless from being cooped up in such a small cabin for hours on end.<br/><br/>Which she was. Guilt kept her from leaving Théadan’s side for too long, but he seemed to understand how difficult it was for her to remain in the cramped space for long periods of time. Navia had taken enough small breaks to have a sound knowledge of the layout of the ship along with several of the crewmembers’ names. It was scouting, she reasoned. She was just getting to know the ship so she could show it all to Théadan once he was feeling well enough to want to explore. The crew was friendly enough to her as well, and several had been patient enough to answer any questions she had regarding the goings-on’s of the ship.<br/><br/>Navia had gotten used to traveling up to the topmost deck to spend some time up there everyday. Gazing out at the sea seemed to help quell her warring stomach when it was being difficult on her and she had gotten into the habit of sitting atop one of the crates the men were transporting to watch the ship move across the sea. Hair braided back so it would not tangle in the breeze, eyes watching the glimmer of sunlight on the gentle waves, heavy cloak tight around her shoulders to protect her from the chilly breeze, her language being yelled out by the men maintaining the ship, knees drawn up and arms loosely resting on them, Navia was content. The only thing that could have made sitting out on the ship’s deck better was if Théadan could be at her side.<br/><br/>As if the gods had heard her wish, he stepped out from the deck below, his presence catching her attention immediately. She had seen him out of the corner of her eye, but was soon gazing over at him with surprise alight in her dark eyes. Excitement that Théadan not only had the strength to stand on his own, but to make it all the way up the stairs to the main deck, lit up her expression while she reached out to wave him over. “You’re walking!” Navia exclaimed excitedly when he was close enough, then moved over some to make room for him on top of the crate if he wanted to join her. There was a chance the walk up had tired him. “How are you feeling? Have you been practicing without telling me? Come sit and tell me and I'll share some news I have for you."