The nonchalance over his dream had Navia regarding Théadan with an inquisitive expression. Clearly Osa had picked up on the dream having important insights into what had been going on their lives, yet he had never told her. Her gaze followed him as he approached and she took another sip of her water while Théadan poured himself his own glass. It was eerie to her that he had been dreaming of her dead, even if she had been a leopard. Then again, she had done the same when it came to him, and that dream had come to her within hours of meeting him. If Osa had known that, would her words to Navia had been all that different? She didn’t think so. In fact, she likely would have elaborated.<br/><br/>“I’m glad the dream no longer bothers you,” Navia said after a beat of consideration. She took another sip of her water, then set the glass down on the dresser so she could return to it later if needed. “I know it tormented you and made it difficult for you to sleep,” she reached out to give his upper arm a sympathetic squeeze, “I remember that week after leaving Hysta where we did not speak. You would get up in the middle of the night after a fitful sleep and leave the tent for a while before coming back and lying down again. I knew you’d been dreaming about something awful, but I was still so angry and hurt, that I pretended not to notice.” It wasn’t a proud action to admit, but Navia felt no need to apologize for the anger she had felt toward him then. It was far in the past.<br/><br/>Navia did step closer however, and rose onto her toes so she could press a soft kiss to Théadan’s cheek. “Keep the dream behind you,” she said quietly, “But if you begin having more dreams that repeat themselves, I hope you tell me.” He didn’t have to, and Navia knew there were some things Théadan preferred to keep to himself, but Osa’s warning had worried her some. She stepped back from him to head toward one of the large open windows where darkness enveloped the jungle surrounding the spa and the night’s sky was cloudy, only giving passing glimpses of the stars above. Navia folded her arms against the bannister and leaned against it, her gaze on the darkness laid out before her. She could hear the distant sounds of the jungle, the calls of night animals, the buzz of insects; it never seemed to sleep.<br/><br/>“Osa says your dreams are a sign we are more connected than we know,” Navia’s gaze rose up to the clouds drifting by, masking the moon and stars, “Maybe that’s why we were blessed with this child. Maybe we were destined.” It was a sweet thought, one that brought a quixotic smile to her dark lips. Navia looked back to smile at Théadan as tears began to form in her eyes. “And for the baby to be healthy and coming in time for the<i>Sazrika</i>…” Her voice broke, but it was swiftly followed by a baffled, short laugh as Navia reached up to brush at the tears that rolled down her cheeks, “I’m sorry, I…These are happy tears, I promise.” They had also had such an emotional day; it was difficult not to tear up with the newfound knowledge of how their lives were changing.