A pout formed on Navia’s lips the instant she was denied access to the tea blend, though Théadan’s face was entertaining enough to cause her lips to quirk into a hint of a smile. He appeared proud he was given a task to complete, even teasing her for it. She was tempted to pay him back for it, but she had agreed to only say niceties concerning him in front of Osa. She still wanted the reward they had agreed upon, so Navia only sighed and nodded when Théadan pointed out they did things together and she would have to get used to him and others helping her to benefit the baby she carried. It would likely be a challenging adjustment for her, one she would probably end up getting frustrated with, but she knew she would always strive to do what was best for their child. Navia would just have to hold back her sense of pride at times in favor of having a healthy pregnancy.<br/><br/>He was just so pleased with himself too. She couldn’t resist smiling back at him and nodding. “You’ll take good care of me,” Navia agreed, reaching out to give Théadan’s thigh an affectionate squeeze, “I doubt I will have to want for anything for the next several months.” He had agreed to continue pampering her for a couple months after the child was born after all. There was no doubt in her mind Théadan would take being at her side seriously. She only hope she would have the patience to be gracious about it. She was well aware there would be a point where it would be difficult to do even simple tasks without some assistance and was certain Théadan would be there at her side when that time came. Navia hoped she would not gripe about it too much for his sake.<br/><br/>“Thank you for telling us about our child, Osa,” Navia said next, smiling kindly at the elder woman before moving to stand. She knew how special it was they were able to have snippets of information; not many couples had a<i>kavi </i>to give insight to their future with their child. However it seemed as though the older woman had nothing else to say on the subject and Navia did not want to wait around to see if she returned to her more ominous predictions of their future. That had nearly ruined the excited, celebratory mood they had been in since Navia had told Théadan the news. Hearing so much about the baby had her anxious to be alone with Théadan so they could discuss it as well, so she glanced his way to see if he was ready to go.<br/><br/>“I am honored to finally be able to give you news worth celebrating,” Osa answered honestly, her mismatched eyes centering on Navia for a time as if she was reliving all the past instances when she had had to tell Navia disappointing news. The woman was not sentimental, nor was she very emotional in general, but she had felt for the young duchess and the helplessness they had both felt in being unable to produce favorable results. Then her gaze shifted over to Théadan and she reached across the table to give his hand a small squeeze, “You should know she has tried for this for years. It is very taxing on a woman to do so. With the stress of traveling to visit me amongst Khlurios and her husband preparing for and participating in war, I was surprised Navia continued to try so hard. The emotional turmoil it causes the women who visit me is enough to deter many and—“<br/><br/>Osa paused to look down at the hand she had left resting on top of Théadan’s, her dark, wrinkled skin stark against his paler, younger hand. Images flooded her mind. Landscapes filled with trees covered in what she could only assume was snow, having never seen it in person and only hearing of it. Howling in the distance. The sense of fear, of urgency. Animals she recognized, but far larger than she had ever seen and one more familiar to her than all the others. The very real sense of being chased, of being attacked, of being clawed and bit. More than anything, she had a sense the dream had plagued him for years. Osa cocked her head to the side slightly, her clouded eye staring forward blindly while her healthy eye shot up to study Théadan's face and her hand lifted from his own, breaking the connection that had allowed her a glimpse into the intimacy of his dreams. “The wolf in the forest is you,” she said quietly, a tinge of sympathy in her voice that Osa did not usually exhibit, “Family dead around you…but the leopard. The wolf and the leopard.” Osa paused to glance Navia’s way, who was staring at her with confusion on her youthful face, before asking Théadan, “For how long did you dream of her before you met her?”