The sounds Théadan made when they were caught up in the pleasure of being together were always so pleasing. The groan paired with him deepening their kiss had Navia wanting to melt against him or drag him over to the bed. But he pulled back soon after and Navia released a quiet, disappointed sigh before she smiled up at him for the way his nose rubbed against hers. There would be time later, she reminded herself. Their meal would come soon and she doubted either of them wanted to be constrained by time when finally working out the passion between them. With Théadan stealing teasing looks at her rear and admitting he enjoyed looking at it, Navia was distracted by those urges with giving in to one to laugh instead.<br/><br/>“Is that what you do when you walk behind me?” She asked with the shake of her head, one of her hands adjusting so she could absently brush her fingers through the hairs on the back of his head while she grinned up at him. But as if he wasn’t done gazing upon the bounties of her body, Théadan’s eyes dropped to take in the way her breasts had pushed up against his chest. It made her laugh again, how he grinned at her, and she was tempted to pull him into another kiss for it. He released her though, and Navia knew it was for the best. He stirred her up so easily and it had been weeks since either of them could act on it. She was also still a little worried about his injuries. She knew she would just have to let him decide their pace and the nature of their ardor, which meant she had to behave.<br/><br/>While Théadan moved away to deal with his boots, Navia’s dark eyes followed his movements as her hands lifted to unclasp her cloak. She paused when he spoke of his feet aching however, and reached into her pocket to withdraw the corked bottle of clear liquid she had purchased earlier. “I could,” she agreed with a flash of a smile, tempted to tease him that he couldn’t keep up with her but knowing it was only likely due to having to deal with his injuries, “But I need all that energy to help you relax, remember? That’s why I got this.” She tossed the bottle over to Théadan, hoping he would catch it so they wouldn’t have a glassy, fragrant mess on their hands.<br/><br/>While she gave Théadan time to study the glass bottle, Navia removed her cloak and set it on the bed beside him. “It’ll help with your feet as well and it’ll make you smell amazing, not that you don’t already,” she smirked at him while leaning down to press a quick kiss to his forehead, “It needs to be warmed up though.” And luckily there was a small stone fireplace facing the bed. The fire would keep a chill from the room and cast a pretty glow about the room as well. Happy to take up the task of starting the fire, Navia took a moment to step out of her boots and pad over to the hearth with socked feet. It was relatively easy to start the fire and get it to a point where it was happily eating away at the wood in the fireplace. Navia supposed after making fires in the middle of the woods for weeks on end in freezing temperatures, she was unlikely to come across a situation where she couldn’t start a fire. Granted, it was far easier then than it had ever been before; the wood had been gathered for her and she’d had access to a striker. “I like that I can do this,” Navia announced anyway, thinking of how few ‘normal’ things she hadn’t known how to do when she first met Théadan. Reflecting on how much she had changed as a duchess, she glanced back at Théadan before smiling at her creation, “You’ve taught me so much, Théadan. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”