The absurdity of her words was not lost to Théadan and only made her grin wider with the combination of his words and the quick squeeze he gave her leg. He had																																																																														sweet words for her despite her teasing though, and he even scooted down the bed some so they were closer and he could lean in for a brief kiss. “We have learned we can be quiet when need be, Navia countered his point that others would hear them if they ended up in the spring together. With him having moved closer, it was easy enough to let her hand fall to rest on his knee, her fingers gently running down his shin. She leaned in a bit more though, using his knee as leverage to press another affectionate kiss to her lover’s cheek.<br/><br/>More compliments came, ones describing her skin and looks, and while Navia always appreciated the, she shrugged and knew visiting the spa had meant more to her mother than trying to regain her youth. Of course that had been part of it, though at the time she had not known her mother had been trying to regain the life she was losing in the last trip they went on together. It was more of having the time to spend together, of getting away from palace life and all the men in their lives for a break. Still, her mother had always enjoyed pampering and there was no denying she had loved all the perks of the spa. Not wanting to dwell on the death of her mother, Navia focused more on Théadan and jumped at the opportunity to tease him, catching the sliver of uncertainty in his voice. It was also a welcome distraction to toy with him; she loved to see what he would come up with to retaliate.<br/><br/>“I suppose I’ll have to, won’t I?” She sighed heavily as if it was such a burden to stay near her lover for any reason. Then Navia shrugged and smoothed her hand along Théadan’s thigh without much thought to her touch, “The surf isn’t deep. You’ll be able to stand unless we go far out from the beach.” They would be able to enjoy experiencing the waves crash up against them before receding back into the depths of the sea, only for the process to start all over again. They could try swimming, and she would be happy to try to teach Théadan some techniques, but Navia had an inkling they would end up playing in it more than anything.<br/><br/>Thinking of swimming with him brought to mind the beach itself and Navia couldn’t keep from pushing a bit closer to him, almost to where they were facing each other with their hips nearly touching. She let her hand continue to drift, trailing down his thigh before wandering back up to his knee. “Hopefully we’ll see those turtles,” she pointed out quietly, her dark eyes wandering the features of his face slowly, taking in his brows, the pretty green of his eyes, the shape of his nose. Eventually they lingered on his lips and she resisted the temptation to close the space between them. Instead Navia went on, voice hushed from the proximity they shared, “We can walk along the cove and look for seashells while we listen to the waves hit the shore. And if we go far enough north, there used to be a small waterfall where the springs emptied over the cliff into the ocean.” The hand at his knee rose up then, cupping the back of his neck to pull him closer so he was close enough that her lips could press against his very lightly. “Very few people go down to that beach, there would be no one around to hear us if we end up being hopeless," Navia murmured, eyes suggestive and smile coy.