It appeared Théadan had a night in mind for the one Osa described and Navia smiled softly at him as she wondered if he had the same one as she in mind. She would have to ask. In the meantime, she was curious to know what questions Théadan had regarding their future child. He had two and both were of great interest to her. Knowing something specific about their child would be nice to have as a sneak peek for what they would have in their lives. A time their child would arrive would also be helpful, leaving Navia to start to look back to Osa expectantly until Théadan looked her way again. Dark eyes searched green until what he was likely insinuating popped into her mind and she pursed her lips together to keep from laughing at his choice of words.<br/><br/>“You should be looking after Navia’s well being with more care already,” Osa answered shrewdly, her dark eyes narrowing at Théadan briefly, “Traveling so much is not ideal, so you should not go anywhere else once you reach Mandira until after the child is born. She also needs to eat better. She is smaller than she was the last time I saw her and the opposite should be occurring.” The elder woman paused however, hands lifting from the pair’s as the slight scowl on her face shifted to an expression of amusement and her gaze lowered to one of the visible marks on Navia’s neck, “That does not mean you must cease the passion the two of you share for each other. You will know when it is time to be more careful.”<br/><br/>Sensing Osa’s gaze, Navia reached up to push a hand through her hair, resettling it around her shoulders to better conceal the marks of Théadan’s enthusiasm, “But when do you think the child will come? I know you said you cannot tell an age, but can you sense what time of year, maybe? That would at least give us an idea of when to expect the child to come.”<br/><br/>After some time mulling over the question, Osa finally nodded. “Autumn,” she announced, “The child will arrive in time for the<i>Sazrika</i>.”<br/><br/>“That’s our festival honoring Izvari,” Navia explained for Théadan with a smile, “It is said to happen on the day the first<i>samavas </i>found each other.”<br/><br/>“As for what the child will be like…” Osa trailed off thoughtfully, contemplating all she had learned from the child over the past couple days, “They will be proud to be your child. Many will not take kindly to this child’s parentage. The union of a Mes’Mo’Tanian and Khluri is rare and frowned upon by both nations. And several will not like you are having a child when Navia did not with Devam.” Osa shrugged though, and a hint of a smile tugged at her lips, softening her features, “You both love your countries however, and so will your child. He or she will inherit stubbornness from the both of you, and they might struggle with being different from time to time, but overall the negative opinions of others will not affect them.”<br/><br/>Before either of them could comment further one what their child may be like, Osa stood and hobbled toward one of the dressers in the room. She rummaged through the top drawer, withdrew a small bag, dumped a second bag into it, then returned to the table. Her gaze was on Théadan, her hand reaching out to hold the bag for him to take. “This is an herbal tea blend,” she explained, glancing Navia’s way, “Until you reach Mandira, you two are unlikely to eat as well as she should. Navia needs to keep herself and the baby healthy, so make sure she drinks a cup of tea steeped from this every day.”<br/><br/>“Why wouldn’t you hand it to me if I’m the one who has to drink it?” Navia grumbled, eying the bag and reaching out to snatch it from Théadan.<br/><br/>“Because you cannot be trusted to be sure to drink it,” Osa laughed.