He said nothing in response to her urging they leave, but he at least nodded and stood, letting her know he was okay to move on. Théadan still appeared angry, his face stony as he took her hand and led the way out of the inn. Navia glanced back at their attackers long enough to make eye contact with one she had seen before; the man who had voiced his hatred for them the night before stood on the fringes of the group, still glaring hatefully at them as they left. Navia shot him one parting glare, then devoted all of her attention on Théadan once they stepped out of the inn. He was walking quickly, fast enough that with the differences in the length of their legs, she was nearly having to jog to keep up, and she could sense the tension in his gait while she used the sleeve of her new dress to wipe any residual moisture from the Khluri man's forced kiss from her lips.<br/><br/>“Yes, I’m fine,” Navia answered quickly when asked if she was all right, wanting to reassure him in hopes it would calm him. She was angry too, but she was more hot-headed than he was; seeing Théadan angry was always unsettling for her. He was likely still concerned they could be attacked again however; the way he kept glancing behind them as they fled told her as much. He pointed out how the men had reacted to her name though, distracting her from her thoughts on what she could do to alleviate the tension he was carrying and soothe him. “I…I know,” she was a little flummoxed by it, and looked up at Théadan with owlish eyes as they approached the stable attached the rear of the inn, “He thought I was the Queen at first. I had been told before that would be the reaction if I ever said the family name in public, that the common are taught to venerate the royal, but I’ve never actually seen it.”<br/><br/>Of course, she had considered that to be part of the reason she had needed to go back to Thakur from Lahkimpur, but it had been minor compared to her desire to be with Théadan without disrespecting Devam. The change had worked in their favor though, and they were safe because of Khluri tradition that royalty be revered above all but the gods. It had saved her from whatever that terrible man had planned for her and Théadan from an entire mob of men determined to have their revenge. It was on her mind again as they entered the stable and came upon the stall Wyndagar and Varinata had shared for the night. So concerned was she that she couldn’t fully enjoy the sweet way the two of them hung their heads out of the stall together, ears forward and eyes excited upon seeing their owners enter the stables.<br/><br/>She knew they needed to move on quickly, that they needed to take advantage of the head start they’d been given in case any of the men decided to pursue them, but Navia had to make sure Théadan was also all right before they departed. It would be difficult to do once they were on horseback. Dropping her bags to lean against the horses’ door, Navia hurried to place herself between the door and Théadan. “They didn’t hurt you, did they?” She asked softly, eyes worriedly scanning him as she reached up between them to gently frame his face with her hands, “I was…I was so scared when they got between us. And seeing so many of those men willing to hurt you, I just…” It had shaken up all her fears of being separated from him, of losing him. Navia took a staggering breath, fingers briefly tightening on Théadan’s face before she repeated herself, “You’re not hurt?”