Théadan was just finishing off the stew he had been enjoying as Navia began to talk about the little pieces of memory she had of learning to swim. She would have been too young to remember it all clearly, but as she pointed out, she must have remembered enough to have taught him, and as it turned out her younger brother too. The mention of Navia's brother's name must have caught Baiza's attention as the subject of conversation shifted towards that, her curiosity piquing to discover more about her old friend's children and how they had grown since she had last known or perhaps even heard of them. Théadan was happy to sit back and listen to what Navia had to say about her brothers, knowing the subject of family was a warm one to her - their arrival back in Mandira would likely be worth it if just to see how elated Navia would be once reunited with her brothers.<br/><br/>Her descriptions of them and the point they were at in their lives held all of Théadan's attention, it was so curious to him to hear that they appeared to be so much like her parents, meeting them both would likely be even more informative of Navia's life than he had first realised. One thing that had surprised him to hear was Yousef and his wife were expecting their first child. It was not so surprising to hear Yousef had a wife, nobility usually called for marriage early on in an adults life, but Théadan had to wonder how it might have affected Navia along their journey knowing she might never have had the chance to one day meet a nephew or niece of hers. Family had always been so important to her, he had no doubt she would have cherished there being a child in her family.<br/><br/>This new information that had Théadan looking over Navia with curiosity was quickly swept away as Baiza turned her attention his way, leaving him a little wide-eyed at the question of his parents. He had to quickly recover, his gaze quickly shifting down towards the new desert laid before him, cake with cream and sweet raspberries decorating the top of it, beautiful and appetising, if not for the question now posed his away. She wanted to know more of him, his family, the relationship he had with them. He wondered how much Baiza knew of the Rúl's, whether she had heard of the acts Argyle and Rhodon had committed. Rumours must have found their way to Ghatni and she would have heard plenty of the war. Surely she must have known a little about his brothers.<br/><br/>"That's a difficult question to answer..." Théadan replied, briefly looking Navia's way, seeing how she had not reacted favourably to the answer either. Her memories of his brothers were even worse than his own, it was a topic best carefully trod upon. "I have two brothers - Argyle and Rhodon, both my elders, and like any brothers we've had our differences and scraps." He said, trying to offer up the basic information of the relationship between him and his brothers without going into too much detail. "I'm sure myself and Sainan could probably find common ground talking about siblings trying to tell us what to do all the time." It was a small joke, one he hoped would bring a little levity to what could easily spiral into a difficult conversation. "But I can't say I was ever close with them however. We're far too different people, with such different ideals."<br/><br/>Not wanting to speak of Argyle's death, or Rhodon's madness, Théadan decided it was best to leave that particular subject behind, moving on in favour of the subject of his parents, which was a relationship that was perhaps easier to explain, and the basics of it hopefully more familiar. "My relationship with my parents was one where I always wished to live up to their expectations. I wanted to impress them, make them proud..." He explained, thinking of how impossible it had been to try and make them happy without going against his own beliefs. "But there was always conflict in trying to achieve that, and I have far too many regrets from those times." His fork had remained next to the cake that had been presented before him, and it was only then he realised he hadn't even had a taste of it yet. Picking it up he gathered some of the berries, cream and cake on the fork and had a taste of how sweet the dessert was, such a mismatch to the bitterness of the thoughts of his own family. "I do love my family, but I won't miss them." He said with a small shrug, taking some more of the cake on to the fork. "I have Navia now, and that is a choice I have no regrets about."