Navia had laughed at him for the suffering he was destined to be put through for the rest of his life, and so Théadan was quick to mimic her maniacal laugh right back at her the moment she spat from having a leaf tumble down over her nose and mouth. She seemed to take a cue from his own way of acting as though nothing had happened, simply giving him a slight glare before settling her hair back behind her shoulders, and smoothing out the shirt she wore. Navia denied any notion that she wore clothes only once before discarding, but admitted she did not wear them so often in a row. She added with a little humour that it was especially the case when she was trying to catch someone's eyes, giving him a little wink that had him chuckling at her antics. The main reason Navia gave Théadan did listen too however, finding it curious that being in Khlurios was making her more anxious to have the range of clothes she was used too.<br/><br/>The idea he would enjoy helping her pick out some clothes too had him wanting to point out he was likely to only pick the clothes that appealed to him in a manner that was likely to have them quickly discarded. But before Théadan could say anything, Navia was suddenly announcing a change of mind. Her desire for new clothes could wait, it was suddenly him who now needed new clothes. She pointed to him being uncomfortable in the heat as one of the reasons, and more jokingly her being able to get new clothes through him as she often stole his shirts for bed. The sudden shift had taken him by surprise, he had not been at all prepared for it. When it came to clothes, it was always Navia who was trying to find something to show off to him in, he had not expected her to shift the need for new clothes on to him.<br/><br/>It thrown Théadan a bit, enough that he did not really notice the pair going by with their cart beyond the courtesy of leaving some added room on the road for them. His gaze remained stuck on Navia with his look of surprise still glued to his features. It was her little bit of added humour that she teased him with that brought him back. Of course before taking her suggestion to seriously, he had to play along first and tease her right back. "Are these simple Mes'Mo'Tan clothes I'm wearing not good enough for you?" He asked feigning offence as he plucked at his shirt with finger and thumb. "Am I not the very embodiment of perfection to your eyes?" He now feigned hurt, letting out a dramatic sigh like he had seen her do so many times before. "Or perhaps you're not concerned for my well being at all and won't be looking through these clothes seeking what is best for me, but rather what would look best on you when you steal it from me to sleep in?"<br/><br/>He then grinned at her and shook his head, unable to keep acting that way for too long. Navia was right though, he was in need of new clothes, he had even complained about it to her a couple of times without much thought of fixing the issue until they arrived in Mandira. Théadan had been content to continue on to the capital of Khlurios and endure it, but with Navia now offering to help him seek some new clothes to make himself more comfortable, he was not about to turn it down despite all his teasing. "I do need new clothes." He admitted considering it, "The ones I have, have seen plenty of use, some are stained, some are torn." Some he struggled to get the smell of many days riding out of. Add to that the heat of Khlurios causing him to sweat so much, and it would be miraculous if his remaining clothes lasted him to Mandira. "Alright." Théadan agreed, "Once we reach Puri, we go find some new clothes for me, one's preferably that help me keep cool, and perhaps one or two to catch the eye of a certain someone." He said giving her a wink back.