His voice and warmth had drawn her away from the harsh way her body was reacting to the sea and into sleeping. No dreams came of it; just one minute she was listening to Théadan talk about cuddling by a fire and the next she was groggily opening her eyes. She saw the colors of his shirt first, but still felt the sway of the ship and started to burrow back against him to wait out the storm. Théadan must have noticed her eyes opening though, and was soon speaking to her while he continued to so nicely run his hand through her hair. Her own hands had loosened considerably from the way they had been clutching at his side, so she brought one around from resting on his back to wipe at her face and eyes.<br/><br/>“Mm, I feel drained,” she told him honestly, her face still not quite as dark as it usually was, “If Risho has something he thinks will help, I’ll try nearly anything.” How bad could it be? Two inches from a bottle couldn’t be more than a couple swallows. As long as it didn’t irritate her stomach further, she figured it’d be easy enough. It was sitting up so she could drink from the bottle that had Navia reluctant. She looked up at Théadan, briefly wondering if he would agree that she could wait until later, but did not think he would. She knew she should drink while her stomach was still calmed. Sighing, Navia adjusted to stabilize herself, then rose from the floor to sit beside him, curling her legs to the side. Dark eyes scanned her surroundings, taking in the few things in the area that had not been tied down and ended up on the floor as well as Wyndagar calmly resting on Théadan’s other side. She was glad to see that and hoped he was feeling less afraid of the waves still jostling the ship.<br/><br/>“It doesn’t seem as violent,” Navia commented quietly while reaching for the bottle. She eyed it suspiciously, not liking how dark the liquid within was. It seemed thicker than water as well. When she pulled off the cork and got her first whiff of the drink, a disgusted grimace twisted up her face and Navia leaned away from it immediately. She immediately recapped the bottle. It was going to taste awful, she just knew it. She debated telling Théadan she didn’t want it at all, but knew that would not go over well. And if it was going to work, the smell and taste would be worth it. She could put it off for a couple minutes though, and brought her gaze back to Théadan to do just that. “I don’t think I want to travel by ship again anytime soon,” she confessed, thinking of all the times it had made her sick since they boarded, “The scenery is nice, as is the crew, but this was too scary. I feared we would capsize at one point and everything we’ve gone through would have been for nothing.”<br/><br/>It was a sobering thought, one that made Navia all the more determined to return to Khlurios. That meant no more vomiting, no more seasickness, and drinking the ominous bottle Risho had brought her. She uncorked it once more, frowned at the smell all over again, and then brought it to her lips. Trying not to think of the taste or smell, Navia took a gulp and found it did not matter how much she did not think of it, the taste was overwhelming. Coughing some, she brought the bottle down to see how much she drank, then hastily took another big sip to finish off the acrid two inches. When she was done, she held it toward Théadan because everyone who had to suffer an unwanted smell wanted others to share in it, her other hand rising to wipe her lips. “It’s absolutely disgusting,” she told him, then pushed it closer to his nose so he could suffer with her, “You should try it.”