Théadan was sweet to check on her finger, but Navia was already moving on to eye the bird suspiciously. She was about to ask the woman more about the pretty birds when it spoke, causing her to gape at it much in same way Théadan did. He recovered faster than she did, having the wits about him to ask what the bird was. She was too busy trying to decide how many people would believe a talking bird had bitten her if she chose to tell the story later. Staying close to Théadan, not quite over the shock of first being bit and then being spoken to by a bird, Navia’s dark eyes were owlish while she observed the conversation between him and the woman.<br/><br/>“A parrot…” Navia repeated quietly, gaze returning to the bird and relaxing. She knew parrots. She’d just never seen one so large or colorful. “We have them in Khlurios,” she remarked while Théadan drifted over to the display of feathers the woman was selling, “Only they’re far smaller, not nearly as colorful, and definitely do not talk. I wonder if—“ She stopped and froze, eyes following the movement of the feather traveling down her nose before taking in the teasing expression on Théadan’s face. Her nose crinkled from the sensation, but she quickly grinned back at him and lifted the back of her hand to rub at her nose.<br/><br/>“Those are pretty,” she said while rooting around the pockets of her cloak, the quill reminding her of what she had brought with her, “Maybe you should buy one for your journal.” While he was bedridden and she’d needed to gather supplies for their journey on the<i>Uttarana</i>, Navia had taken over control of Théadan’s coin bag. She pulled it out and opened it, pursing her lips while she tried to work out how much money they had, how much they needed, and what they could spend if they so desired. Part of the problem was that it was all Mes’Mo’Tanian money and while she had used it in the past, she still wasn’t exactly sure the coins’ truth worth. Shrugging, knowing they had a decent wealth there after she’d sold both her necklace and the emerald, Navia plucked out a few silvers and coppers, then held the pouch out to him.<br/><br/>“You should hold onto this,” she decided with a smirk, “You’re more responsible than I am.” She could be impulsive at times and they were in an exciting place with lots of things she could buy. The money was safer with Théadan and with what she was putting back into her pocket, Navia could still sate that urge to buy something should it come up. Coins jingling in her pocket, Navia looked back at the quills and feathers before she smiled up at Théadan and started to back away from the stand, “Get one if you like. I’m going to keep going.” There was just so much to see and now that they were there, Navia was feeling impatient. She wanted to see everything. So she turned to do just that after sending the elder woman a respectful nod, figuring she could check out another booth while Théadan decided if he wanted a new quill.<br/><br/>She didn’t even have to go far before she was already stopping again, for the next space over was occupied by a short wooden fence in a circle with lambs and goat kids milling about within. Charmed by them, Navia crouched down beside the fence and grinned when the young animals crowded over to vie for her attention. "Théadan, come look!" She called over to him, gaining the attention of the Mes'Mo'Tanian man leaning his hip on the short fence. At least she assumed he was from Mes'Mo'Tan, for his features were similar to those she had seen before. In fact his blonde hair and large stature reminded her briefly of Brydon. It wasn't until he spoke that she knew for sure. His voice had similar inflections to Théadan's when he spoke, "Are you interested in purchasing a lamb? I have some rubs that make them particularly tasty and I can throw in a roasting spear."<br/><br/>"Oh, no," Navia distractedly declined, her focus more on the way the babies would nuzzle at her fingertips and close their eyes when she scratched under their chins. They were just so sweet and soft and friendly, worlds different from the snappy parrots. Then the man's words clicked and she looked up in horror, "You mean you're selling them as food? They aren't pets?"<br/><br/>The man's own expression turned to confusion, "Haven't you ever had lamb before?"<br/><br/>"Yes, but--" Navia's attention returned to the lambs and goats, realizing the problem. As a duchess, she had only ever been served lamb; she had never connected the food to the animal itself. Distressed, she wished she could buy all the little animals to keep them from such a fate, "They're just so cute..."