A myriad of emotions played across Navia’s features while her hands worked their way down the bottom of Théadan’s feet. First was a knowing smirk when he groaned and she watched his toes curl from the sensation her rubbing thumbs gave the soles of his feet. But that was quickly wiped clean and she was rolling her eyes at the mention of the Iradocian duchesses again. She nearly paused to retaliate, but he moved on quickly and pointed out it had been Ivette who had last massaged him. She wasn’t surprised to hear as much, but made no comment as Théadan went on, instead focusing on pressing her thumbs against the balls of his feet and moving them in slow circles to relieve the tension there from all the walking they’d done.<br/><br/>Any time Théadan mentioned the rigor of the training Mes’Mo’Tanian soldiers had to endure, she was always fiercely aware that meant he had endured it. She was also shocked to hear how difficult it could be and it put why Mes’Mo’Tan’s armies were so respected and fearsome. While taking the time to massage the pads of his toes and gently pulling on each one to loosen them up, Navia wondered if Khlurios had trained the way Mes’Mo’Tan did would have made any difference in the war. She doubted it though; it came down to ruthlessness and Khlurios was just not as adept. She said nothing of it however; thinking of all the soldiers that had likely been starving and freezing during the harsh Mes’Mo’Tan training was depressing.<br/><br/>With the reaction Théadan had had to her massaging his calves, she figured he must have had some soreness there, so before moving to start on his back, she returned there and did another pass over his calves while she considered what he said of Ivette helping to ease the toll of training on his body. Ivette had wronged them both, had been terrible to her and in Navia’s eyes, had hurt Théadan beyond forgiveness. But she knew that despite all the manipulating and wanting to use him for her own agenda, Ivette had cared for Théadan, so it was nice to hear a more positive story of the two of them when they had been together. “Hopefully you won’t be stiff that long now,” Navia wished for him, before lifting her hands from his calves and stepping back. She needed to be able to reach the entire width of his shoulders and she also didn’t want oil on her dress when she had no other clothing to change into later.<br/><br/>Her clothing was discarded in silence. Navia reached for the bottle of oil again and joined Théadan on the bed, kneeling so her thighs ran just outside of his now-slick ones. Taking the time to go slow, Navia poured the oil along the length of his spine, then leaned over to carefully place the bottle in the crook of Théadan’s elbow for safe keeping while she worked. Just as she had done with his legs, she spread the hot oil over his back, her hands smoothing the liquid over scars, along the musculature, and across the dip of his lower back. Then with the heels of her hands, she pushed her way up his back in slow strokes, making sure to reach his sides and pay his back just as much attention as she had his calves. She took her time, gradually making her way up to his shoulders when she added more oil to each and rubbed her hands across his shoulders, then his arms to spread the oil.<br/><br/>Navia kneaded down one shoulder, using slow, pressured movements of both hands on one shoulder and working past the ball of his shoulder until she met his elbow. Then she moved to the other. It brought her face close to him, his scent filling her nose while she worked, and Navia sighed longingly when her breasts briefly grazed his back. She was tempted to press the length of her body against his so she could have the pleasure of their skin molding around each other, but there would be time for it later. Instead she repeated the shoulder massage until she was satisfied she had thoroughly loosened up those muscles as well. It was then Navia sat up, one hand trailing down the length of his back as the other took hold of the bottle again. She moved to sit on her knees beside him on the bed, using the back of her hand to push at a few loose strands of her hair. The oil had given his body an attractive sheen that she couldn't wait to see applied to his front, but it had also gotten on her own arms and legs, as well as a bit smearing on her breasts from their momentary contact with his back.  “All right,<i>kamin</i>,” she said softly with a slight smirk, “It’s time for you to turn over. And tell me how your legs are, will you? Should I massage the fronts?”