At first it seemed Théadan was going to be unwilling to share an embarrassing story like she had. Navia had been fully prepared to bribe him, but Théadan went on before she could do so and was using her own words against her. It made her grin that he had not forgotten what she had jokingly said about duchesses, though she made no comment as he was already looking past her thoughtfully. Curious to see what was on his mind, Navia glanced in the same direction as he until he was suggesting they head to bed. Only then would Théadan consider sharing a story with her. The way he worded it had Navia rolling her eyes at him before nodding. It involved his time training Wyndagar after all, a subject that was of great interest to her.  “Deal,” she affirmed, glad to hear he was ready to leave the floor and return to the soft comfort of their tiny shared bed.<br/><br/>Wanting to seal their agreement, Navia took his face into her hands for one last parting kiss. She took her time, allowing her fingertips to brush gently along his cheeks, and she enjoyed the gentle movement of lips, the always pleasing taste of Théadan, and the warmth of his skin beneath her touch. It was not meant to provoke, just a simple display of affection, and she was soon ending before their need for each other was somehow stirred up again. She pulled back gently, brushed her lips over his once more, then sighed as she reaching out to use the ropes tying the crates behind him down for support. Navia pulled up to a stand with them, her tired legs protesting her motions and leaving her to groan stiffly. She was sore, her legs were shaky, but she still took a couple steps back from Théadan and wordlessly offered him her hand for help if he wanted it.<br/><br/>All she wanted was their bed.  After weaving their way back out of the little maze of boxes and returning to Wyndagar’s area of the ship, Navia slipped away from Théadan to retire to their room. She knew he would want to check and make sure his horse had all he needed before retiring for the evening, so Navia busied herself with preparing for bed while she waited for Théadan. A couple of their books were on the bed, so she stashed them away and pulled back the blankets for them before deciding she couldn’t go to bed in the dress she was wearing when it had been used to clean up the results of their lovemaking. The ship was growing too warm for the sweater and leggings she had often worn in Mes’Mo’Tan to combat the cold and she wasn’t fully comfortable sleeping naked with a ship full of men, so Navia had dug around in her bag before giving up and sneaking into Théadan’s, withdrawing one of his shirts. It was a closest thing to a nightgown for her amongst all their clothing. It would have to do.<br/><br/>He likely wouldn’t mind, she hoped as she stripped out of her gown and undergarments to pull the soft white shirt over her head. Théadan knew how limited they were in the clothing they had on the ship. Much like the one she had worn the night they had been discovered in Mes’Mo’Tan, the fabric was soft and barely brushed her thighs, but Navia did not think that mattered when she was climbing into bed. The soft, weathered mattress was such a welcome that she groaned as she settled in it. The sheets under the blankets were cool, the pillow soft under her cheek, and the chance to rest her weary body too great to pass up. She knew Théadan had to join her, she wanted him to when they had been sleeping side by side for months, but Navia could not resist curling up and monopolizing the bed with a content little sigh as she pulled the blankets up and around her. She was just so achey and tired and content. She’d move once Théadan was finished with whatever Wyndagar needed, but that didn’t mean she wanted to be patient. “Come on,<i>kamin</i>,” Navia called out, figuring it likely he would hear her, “Come be inclined to be generous.”