His Khluri temptress played along with his teasing, as ever Navia was happy to admit how good they were together, and how he had been able to distract her from much of what had been going on around them on their travels. She had been no different for him. They had shared almost all of their time together for the passed few months, and still Théadan wanted to share all of his time with her, there was still so much for him to learn about her. Being stuck on a boat with Navia for near month did not sound so bad in Théadan's mind. Her hand giving his thigh a light squeeze along with her reminder of how they had often stolen each others energy away in the hear of their lovemaking, had Théadan wishing he could heal all the sooner.<br/><br/>Navia's lips met his briefly for a sweet kiss, one he subsequently felt was intended to distract him, as Navia guided his hand to bring the strawberry to her mouth. It was tempting to tease for stealing from a wounded man, unable to defend himself, and her mischievious look almost made him say so, but watching her dark lips engulf the strawberry was a tantalising sight, Théadan found himself immediately forgiving her for it. He listened as she explained they had popped into her mind, and she couldn't resist once she saw them, and Théadan nodded. They had been a good choice, "We'll be sure to find more fresh fruit for you once we're in Khlurios then." He said with a smile, wondering if there were any other fruit in Khlurios he had not yet tasted. He closed the small bag to save what strawberries they had. "Until then, lets save some of these for later before you eat them all," He said in an accusing tone, but couldn't stifle the small chuckle that came with it, "and you can get back to shaving me."<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Each day that passed brought a little improvement. Recovery was still too slow for Théadan's liking, but he knew he had to be patient, or risk further injury, and delaying when they would be able to leave. Navia had said three days, and it was to that timescale Théadan imposed his target to be able to stand again. He didn't need to be up long enough to walk down to the docks, just to get to Wyndagar. Being able to sit up in bed got easier, but each day Théadan tried to stand under his own strength, he found himself unable to do so, his legs refused to support his weight. Silva and Ingrid regularly visited to help give him some morale support, and even Brydon stopped by once a day to check up on him and his wounds, though Théadan felt it was as much out of hope to get him up and out of his home as soon as possible.<br/><br/>On the morning of the third day, the day they were supposed to leave, Théadan had himself sat on the edge of the bed, legs over the edge, with his feet touching the floor. He was alone with Navia, one hand holding hers, the other pushing down on the bed, as he tried to force himself to rise. It was painful to try, but he got so far as to raise a little way off the bed, before the pain got the better of him, and the breath he had been holding released as he came back to rest on the bed. "I don't think I have the strength to stand by myself. I still feel too weak for it." He hated to admit it, they had to go today, no one else could suffer on their behalf. "Can you help me?" He asked, looking at Navia with pleading eyes. "If I can stand even with the help of someone else, that will be enough." They could get everything else packed and ready to go, say their farewells, and then get him down to Wyndagar.