Navia was of course dismissive of his need to apologise, it was no surprise she did not feel it in the slightest bit necessary coming from him. She was never the sort to blame him for something like that, especially as Navia often desired to try and handle things on her own terms. She pointed out there had simply been too many for him to handle, it was not reasonable to expect to handle it all and intervene, but Théadan just wished he could have done more to prevent that all from happening in the first place. She tried to brush off what the man had done, using the fact she had not been hurt, but she stumbled when it came to labelling what the man had done, and that made it clear she had not come away unaffected by it all. She admitted she hated that he had kissed her a moment later, but pointed out it was not to upset her, but to anger him. Théadan knew that to be true, but it made him feel no better for it.<br/><br/>There was no allowance to let such negative thoughts linger though, Navia instead trying to assure him Mandira would be different, using her name for him to help soothe the unease that had filled his chest. She pointed to the fact people would know her there as reason for it being different It was true that being around strangers who had no idea who she was meant there was not the usual protection afforded a woman of her standing, in Mandira people would recognise her, guards would help her in such moments. There was significantly less chance of anyone trying to cause harm if they knew who she was, judging from how the men had responded to her name alone. Théadan felt exactly the same as her, not caring what others thought of their being together, only caring about whether they tried to confront them about it.<br/><br/>He gave a slight nod, staying quiet while he listened to Navia, finishing the last of the straps to secure Wyndagar's harness and have him prepared to leave. His mood was still down, now knowing for certain there were places in Khlurios where they would be treated just the same as if they were in Mes'Mo'Tan. Navia did not want to let him wallow in such thoughts for too long it seemed, she was soon teasing him with the notion that she may need to prove to him again they they belong together. He raised his gaze to meet hers and let out an amused snort before shaking his head. "No. I'm pretty sure we'll end up doing that anyway before the day is out." He said with a small knowing smirk. They were far too susceptible to each others bodies, and neither one of them would allow something like this to completely ruin their day. It was still morning, once Puri was behind them Théadan had little doubt they would be up to their usual antics.<br/><br/>Tugging on Wyndagar's bridle, he began leading him out of the stall and towards the entrance of the stable. "But that's not what this is about." He pointed out as he walked, his thoughts again turning to what that man, and the kiss he had forced upon Navia. "We'll be together no matter what, and no one is going to change that. We both know that." They were both so certain of that now there was no longer any question that their futures were tied together. It was the actions of the man towards Navia, and his reasons for it that troubled Théadan. "But as you said, he kissed you, harassed you, to get to me." Because he was a Mes'Mo'Tanian in Khlurios, that put Navia in danger simply by being with him. That was the most bitter truth to have come out of all of this. "I hate that my being with brings you danger, or that your own people would turn on you like that." He let out a sigh, and scratched under Wyn's jaw affectionately before looking Navia's way. She had succeeded in protecting herself, and that thought helped Théadan to lift his mood a little, offering her a small smile of his own. her way "You know, when I was training you how to fight back against people, and told you to 'kick them in the balls.' I was joking."