Théadan chose not to try to goad them into anything and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips, one that drew a sigh from Navia. They had been so rough and demanding of each other after waking up that it was sweet to end it all with a gentle moment. It ended quickly however, and Navia was soon looking back up at her lover while he spoke of her shoes. It did not take more than a couple seconds of him raising a brow at her and the smug expression on his face for her to realize Théadan definitely had something to do with the missing shoes. An offended scowl appeared on her bronzed features immediately as he used their disappearance as a lesson to teach her not to throw her shoes at him. Narrowing her eyes, Navia looked on as Théadan pulled his shirt over his head and reveled in the fact he could hold the location of her<i>khussas</i>over her head.<br/><br/>“I am nice to you,” Navia protested the instant Théadan said otherwise, though it was done with a smirk as she relived the amusement that had come with hearing him point out how close she had been to hitting him in the crotch. She was fully prepared to point out all she had let him do just that morning, considering it a nice payment for her shoes to be returned, but he was pointing out how they were no longer alone, that there was someone else in their midst who probably wanted to know what they were up to while cooped up in a barn stall together. Navia narrowed her gave at Théadan briefly, figuring he was likely using the farmer’s presence as an excuse to make it difficult for her to do much retaliating.<br/><br/>Crossing her arms over her chest, Navia kept her gaze on Théadan while she called out in Khluri that they were getting their things together, but that he had hidden her shoes from her so they would be a minute. The guffaw of laughter that came made her release an amused snort as the man called back to her. “He says to take our time and he’s going to work on tacking up his horses, but that you should play nice and let me have my<i>khussas</i>,” Navia translated for Théadan, childishly sticking her tongue out at him and turning to march over to the bags they had left by the door to see if he had stashed them there. “You are so childish!” She admonished, though it was said with humor bright in her voice. She knew she likely deserved what he had done after throwing them at him, but Navia was not about give Théadan the satisfaction that would come if she admitted it.<br/><br/>The shoes were not in or around the bags though, causing Navia to straighten up with a huff and give the room another shrewd lookover to see if she had missed seeing the shoes. Frustration mounting, she huffed and looked his way, a pout forming on her lips. “Théadan, give me back my shoes!” Navia complained, crossing back over to him with every intention of figuring out some way to convince him. The laughter from the farmer that followed after hearing her petulant tone caused her to pause though, and she glanced over in the direction of the stall door before reaching out and tugging some of the hay from one of the closest bales. “They’re the only ones I have and—and do you seriously want the mother of your unborn child walking around barefoot? And in a barn no less!” It couldn’t be the cleanliest place. Even though it was a sensible question to ask, Navia couldn’t resist another immature act and slung a second handful of hay at him.