It was funny to hear Navia bothered this Mes’Mo’Tanian so much that he claimed she loved messing with him above all others. His sister was so small in stature compared to the fearsome warrior locked in the prison cell; to think of her tormenting Théadan was amusing and Sai did not doubt for a second that Navia enjoyed it. Growing up her provoking ways had been more focused on Kazim and Yousef, but it did not mean Sai had been immune to them. Navia had just tended to have a more maternal attitude toward him…most of the time. That Théadan enjoyed the teasing and had fun trying to get back at her for them made Sai smile slightly; it certainly sounded as though Navia had met her match. He could not imagine her husband stooping to the level she sometimes reached to try to get a rise out of her victims.<br/><br/>The moment Théadan revealed he was the one whom had taken Navia from them in the first place, Sai’s demeanor changed. His brows knit together and he frowned while he listened to Théadan explain what had happened. He and Yousef had spoken so hatefully about whoever had dared to take their sister and further pain an already wounded country and family. To have the source of that hate standing in front of him in the form of someone he was already finding that he liked and got along well with was disheartening. Théadan described what had happened that night and while it was angering to hear Navia had even been put in that type of situation, pride swelled in Sainan to hear how his sister had not backed down. He would have been surprised to hear otherwise.<br/><br/>Though it was angering and disappointing to hear Théadan had been the one to cause his family so much strife, it was clear Navia had not only forgiven him, but had chosen to look past the wrongs and embrace Théadan. Of course, he wanted to hear it from Navia herself, but the fact she had brought the man with her to Mandira was a testament to her dedication. He also liked what Théadan said about how Navia had helped him move past the expectations his family had on him. Sai understood that pressure and that want to be free of it, but given the title as a prince, Théadan had likely been under even more pressure than he was. That was only affirmed by the revelation Théadan had been incarcerated by his loved ones. He thought it was worth it to be currently confined to the dungeons though, if it meant he could be with Navia.<br/><br/>Sainan contemplated that with a frown. “You will likely meet a lot of resistance if you try to remain with Navia,” Sai told Théadan truthfully. He liked Théadan well enough, and could tell he was dedicated to Navia, which was why Sai felt the need to warn Théadan. “Obviously your introduction did not go well if you’re in here, but just…just be ready for Kazim to accept none of this. In his eyes, Navia probably belongs with Devam and no one else. He also probably sees losing the war and failing his country all over again when he looks at you. You likely won’t be able to get far with Yousef either, but Navia might. You claim you and Navia are meant to be together, but what if you are not allowed to leave here? Have you considered that? Do you think she’d leave us again? Do you consider her your<i>samava</i>?”<br/><br/>Before any answers could come, a bark in Khluri blared into the room and Sainan grimaced. “That’s Yousef,” he explained as more Khluri words were flung in his direction, “Someone told him I’ve been speaking with you.” He looked toward the door briefly, answered his brother in Khluri as well, then looked back through the bars back at Théadan with a smirk. It was clear he was likely going to be in trouble for spending time with the Mes’Mo’Tanian savage, but had no worries about it, “I have to go, but I’ll come back. I still have plenty of questions for you, especially in regards to your journal. Bye!” And with that, the young duke hopped off the chair again and jogged out of the dungeon cell, calling out to his brother that he was coming.