The moment she sensed Théadan was getting to his feet, Navia took off, feet splashing through the surf. She did not want to wait around to see what kind of ramifications would come from splashing him when he’d just rubbed sand in her hair. That meant putting distance between them, but he was soon calling after her about never being the one to be chased. That caused Navia to pause and glance back at him, she even slowed down a bit. She wanted to yell back that he never gave her the chance to chase him, but could see if he was beginning to jog after her, so she refrained. She knew he would catch up with her, he was bigger and stronger, but Navia still gave her hand a taunting tug along with her laughter when he caught hold of her wrist and slowed them to a stop.<br/><br/>In truth, it was not often she ran and so she welcomed the chance to slow down. Her breathing was slightly faster from the exertion and Navia gladly allowed Théadan to pull her in so they could walk beside each other while he threatened to get back at her. He guided her arm to where he wanted it to be and her fingers soon curled around his hip the way his own calloused palm was gently gripping hers. It was an intimate way to walking together and she decided she liked it very much, her hand giving his hip an affectionate squeeze while he groused about her bothering him. She done it all and had no qualms with admitting to it, so she just grinned and gazed out at the beautiful scenery laid out before them while they walked. Even hearing Théadan groan about how devious she could be towards him was fun to hear; it brought a smug little smirk to Navia’s dark lips.<br/><br/>The final question of what Théadan was going to do with her had Navia laughing brightly and tilting her head back to look up at him with an amused grin, her chin resting on his shoulder. He sounded exasperated, but she knew he was being dramatic. “You’re going to love and cherish me for all your life,” Navia answered as thought it was the simplest answer she could give, but she paired it with an angelic smile laced with mischief, “And you’re going to thank the gods every day they graced your lover with her wit and creativity.” It took skill to figure out all the ways she could bother him, after all. What had he told her once? That she made her loved ones’ lives hell?<br/><br/>They were nearing the bend, where the rocky cliffs that overshadowed the beach and held the jungle up jutted out toward the sea. The beach narrowed some, but the sand was still smooth and perfectly safe for walking, and the sound of water cascading into more water could be heard in the distance. It was there Navia paused, her hand at Théadan’s hip tightening to signal to him to stop with her. “As for you always chasing me, you know I would chase you if you gave me the chance,” she pointed out, stepping around to face him. Her hand slid from his hip to rest in the middle of his back while the other rose up between them to gently cup his cheek. Her thumb grazed along his beard while she smiled up at him.<br/><br/>“Even if I haven’t chased you, I have followed and that should count for something,” Navia pointed out, thinking of how she’d followed him all the way to Nygaard, knowing what she was giving up in the process. Once there, she had followed his plan to try to stay together, then the one that would allow them to escape. As she rose up onto her toes and guided Théadan down to be closer to her level, the wet sand making it difficult for her to remain on her toes and causing her to lean against him, Navia whispered, “I would follow you to the ends of this earth,<i>kamin</i>.” She pressed a soft kiss to his lips, then pulled back enough to grin up at him, “Or chase. Whatever you prefer, as long as it ends up where I’m with you.”