Sweet words of gratitude were spoken to her for helping Théadan survive the Beast, but even as they caused her lips to curve into a pleased smile, Navia knew she had done nothing more than he would have done for her. If their roles had been reversed, Théadan would have done everything in his power to see her pull through. He deserved the same dedication from her and she could fathom a time she would not give it to him. She wanted to remind him, to make sure he knew just how important he was in her life, when Théadan elaborated the topic of stubbornness. Laughing softly, Navia shook her head as soon as Théadan disagreed the stubbornness would come from him. He was definitely teasing her, but Navia could not let such a lie escape without comment.<br/><br/>“Start with how much of a liar you are,” she teased back with a grin, glancing down at the journal while Théadan prepared his quill, “The child deserves to know you’re contributing to their stubbornness. Let’s just hope he or she doesn’t get equal amounts from each of us or they’ll be a terror.” He was perhaps not the most stubborn man she had ever met, but he was definitely strong-willed and resolute when a decision was made. Their child would border on difficult if that mixed with her more brazen and headstrong tendencies. Théadan appeared to have words come to mind in how to start however, for Navia could see his hand beginning to move across the page. She eyed the journal curiously, her spot with her head resting on his shoulder giving her a good view to see how the words formed between the quill tip, where he paused to think, how his hand moved to create letters.<br/><br/>He was soon at the beginnings of a story for their journal and Navia lifted her head enough from his shoulder to look over what he had written. She snorted upon reading the last line and shook her head before drumming a fingertip under the word<i>gawk</i>. “If you’re going to mention gawking at me, you should also write about thinking I was lying and playing a trick on you,” she chuckled, leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek so he would know she was only teasing him. She did not blame Théadan for thinking she’d been trying to trick him. While at the time, she’d been hurt he had not believed her, it had just been because she’d been so excited to share the news with him. If she had really thought about it and recollected on their past conversation over children, she would have realized sooner Théadan might be in disbelief.<br/><br/>“You have quite a bit more to write, depending on how much you want to put in tonight,” Navia pointed out with a sigh, her hand carefully raising his arm closest to her so she could slip beneath it and snuggle up closer to his side. It probably meant he wouldn’t be able to hold the journal as well, but Navia figured Théadan likely wouldn’t mind as long as she wasn’t interfering with his writing arm. The increase in closeness allowed her to rest her forehead more in the curve of his shoulder and when she turned her head, her nose brushed up against his neck. Content there, Navia released a deep, satisfied sigh, relaxing against Théadan to be comfy while he wrote. She hadn’t realized how tired she was until they’d sat down, so having him to snuggle up to while he wrote was perfect in her mind. He was warm, had such a soothing presence and scent for her, and she found herself drifting. “Take your time, okay?” She said softly after a moment, her arm around him squeezing gently, “I’ll just rest here and when you’re done, would you read it to me?” She liked listening to him after all, so she’d get the best of both worlds.