The defense of being so brazen with his mother caused Navia to raise a brow at Théadan, but he seemed to realize that he was in a similar situation to what he had been in then as well. It caused him to agree with her and she nodded with a smile, content with his answer and happy to listen to him go on about how they could split up their efforts and hopefully have the ending they desired, with Théadan walking free. Once that it was decided she would work on Yousef and Théadan would know he needed to impress Marek, he seemed satisfied and was pulling her in closer. She always loved feeling that, the way he would draw her in more when he wanted them to be closer. The hand she had at his cheek slid around to the back of his head and she chuckled upon hearing his voice in her ear, her other hand pressing against his back so they snugged up against each other more.<br/><br/>“Mm…” She sighed, loving the way his lips brushed and his voice sounded in her ear. She could understand why he would want that; they had not had a proper bath for days before reaching Mandira. On top of that, Théadan had been thrown into a dungeon. “It would be my pleasure to help you do that,” she told him honestly, turning her head a bit to press a couple kisses to his cheek before nuzzling against him and inhaling his scent. He still smelled like himself, like the best, most comforting scent in the world to her. “I’ll do whatever you want after you’re released,” Navia admitted as her lips moved closer to his and she whispered, “I mean it,<i>kamin</i>. Whatever you desire of me, you can have.” It was the least she could do after the embarrassment of what her family was doing to him.<br/><br/>Their lips were so close that it would be disappointing to not let them meet, and so Navia went to do just that. Before she could kiss him, the sound of a door opening and slamming shut in the distance could be heard. “Damn,” Navia breathed softly, knowing she’d been caught and that her time with Théadan was coming to a close. She knew she’d fight it, but it was still depressing to know she even needed to do so. Why couldn’t her family give Théadan a chance to show them he meant no one any harm? Knowing the door was going to open and someone on the other side was going to demand she step away from him, Navia looked up at Théadan sadly, not wanting their time together to ever end. Her lips parted to apologize to him, but the door opened at the same time and so her attention was diverted to see whom it was.<br/><br/>Yousef stood in the doorway with a completely unamused expression on his face upon seeing his sister in the arms of the enemy. He was dressed splendidly in an attractive outfit of greens, blues, and silvers, making him look just as out of place in the dreary dungeon as Navia. It was clear by his expression that not only was he exasperated that Navia would seek out the incarcerated Mes’Mo’Tanian, he was not all that surprised she’d finally managed to getin. It looked more like he had been expecting it to happen. “Why do you always have to make my life so hard?” He complained, not bothering to even address Théadan and instead looking straight at his sister.<br/><br/>“Make it easier on yourself and let me stay down here then,” Navia tried, the hands she had on Théadan tightening instead of releasing.<br/><br/>“That’s not going to happen, Navia,” Yousef shook his head at her stubbornness before sighing and gesturing behind him, already knowing how to win such an argument, “Either you come with me now or I have the guards extract you. Do you want to find out who they’re going to be rougher with between the two of you?”<br/><br/>Her gaze narrowed at her brother. It was obvious he knew that having the guards become involved was not something she wanted, but Navia had to wonder if he knew it would be because she did not want Théadan harmed or if he thought she wouldn’t want herself to become injured somehow. Knowing she had to concede to keep Théadan safe, Navia pursed her lips together before growling her frustration, “Fine! Turn around and let me say goodbye.”<br/><br/>Yousef’s answer was to roll his eyes at her and do as she demanded. The instant he did, Navia returned her attention to Théadan, a regretful expression on her bronzed features. “I’m sorry,” she whispered to him, rising onto her toes so her lips could find his, “I hate leaving you here, but know every minute I’m away, I’ll be fighting for you. I’ll try to come back as soon as I can.” And because she was annoyed she was being forced to leave him, because if she was to be parted from him, she at least deserved to have his taste on her tongue, Navia tugged at Théadan to draw him into another hungry kiss, one that was laced with how much she yearned for them to be together. It could not last long however, not with her brother granting them a few moments privacy before they needed to let go of each other, and Navia was soon pulling back with a few tears in her eyes and her voice thick with the emotions leaving him was bringing out in her when she said, “I love you, Théadan.”