It was breaking Navia’s heart to see little Ingrid struggle with their need to leave. She watched in silence as Ingrid resisted leaving Wyndagar and Théadan, then even saying goodbye to them at all. She knew it was hard on Ingrid, knew the girl simply did not understand why they needed to go, but it wrenched at Navia’s heart all the same. She just did not like to see Ingrid so upset. Luckily Silva took control and as soon as she mentioned Ingrid getting to walk between her and Navia, Ingrid’s little hand was rising up to take Navia’s darker, larger hand. Smiling, she took hold and gave Ingrid’s hand a small reassuring squeeze before turning her attention to wide planking heading up to the ship.<br/><br/>Théadan seemed to be having trouble with his injuries, though Navia was sure he did not want anyone making a fuss of it. She could tell though, how many hours had she spent watching over him while he was injured? He was grimacing, holding in breaths, clutching his side. He did not allow his pain to get in the way of what he needed to happen though, and Théadan was soon moving up the ramp to the Khluri ship. Silva and Navia waited a few moments to allow Théadan and Brydon the time they needed so they wouldn’t feel rushed with others behind them, then Silva led the way up the planking with Ingrid trailing and Navia coaxing Wyndagar up with them. His eyes kept darting between her and Théadan, leaving Navia guiltily grateful it had been nearly a week since he’d seen Théadan. It made him more amenable to cross a threshold he might otherwise resist.<br/><br/>“<i>Gurta a Uttarana</i>,” the captain of the ship called when everyone neared the hull of the ship before hurrying forward to help Brydon with Théadan, voice friendly to the Mes’Mo’Tanian visitors. He traded with their people after all; he needed to keep good relationships with the other country. Navia leaned over to Ingrid and quietly said, “He said, ‘Welcome to the Uttarana', which means Northwind.”<br/><br/>Silva helped Ingrid aboard the ship and it was as Navia was carefully walking backwards to make sure that Wyndagar did not misstep while transitioning from ramp to top deck that the captain hurried forward in distress.<br/><br/>“<i>Ayam kasya azvah</i>?”<br/><br/>Navia blinked over at the question of whom Wyn belonged to, then instantly answered, “<i>Khani, agacchati khalu?</i>”<i>Mine, he’ll come too? </i>She had phrased it as if she was asking permission, but knew there would be no leaving with the ship if Wyndagar could not come. Théadan would not allow it, and as she nervously glanced in his direction, poised with Wyndagar not yet on the ship, she had to wonder if he understood what was going on.<br/><br/>“<i>Na, naukrardudha</i>.”<br/><br/>It was not the answer she wanted.<i>No, he cannot come.</i>Needing the man to understand but not wanting to have a conversation that could become heated to happen across the boat, Navia looked back to Silva and Ingrid. “Could you stand with Wyndagar for a moment?” She asked, noticing then how the others were watching her closely, obviously aware something was not right if Wyndagar had not seamlessly boarded the same way everyone else had. With Silva coming to take hold of Wyndagar’s reins and Wyn leaning down to nuzzle at Ingrid, Navia left him to cross over to the ship’s captain.<br/><br/>Grimacing, her dark eyes a mixture of apologetic and exasperated, Navia only paused long enough when she passed Théadan to squeeze his arm comfortingly before telling him and Brydon, “He doesn’t want Wyn on the ship.”