There was heartache in Navia's eyes, she hated to see Ingrid upset every bit as much as he did. Théadan could only hope what he has given Ingrid would be enough to bring her a little cheer in this sad time. It weighed no less heavily on Théadan's heart though, Ingrid's reluctance to let them go was something he could sympathise with all too well. He was trying his best not to think about how he was leaving Mes'Mo'Tan for good, but it was proving to be a struggle. When Navia left the room with Ingrid's hand in hers, the time for Silva and Brydon's goodbye was a welcome relief from everything else he was currently feeling.<br/><br/>Silva stepped forward to him, she hesitated unsure what to say to him, so Théadan looked up and smiled instead, choosing to speak first. "Both myself and Navia are quite taken with your daughter." It was true, Ingrid quickly worked her way into their hearts, she was far too adorable and sweet for them to keep her out. "I wish there was more we could do to cheer her up."<br/><br/>"You've both done plenty." Silva replied immediately with a shake of her head. "Once she has had a little time, I'm sure she'll look back on these memories with fondness." She said reassuringly, and who would know better than the parent? Silva stepped forward and lowered herself to Théadan's level, again she hesitated, but only for a moment. Her arms wrapped around his neck, and gave him a much more gentle hug than what her daughter gave. "Théadan, I sincerely hope you and Navia find the happiness and peace you seek in Khlurios." She meant it, Silva had shown nothing but patience and kindness with them. He would miss her too.<br/><br/>"Thank you," He replied, and returned the hug as best he could. "And thank you for convincing Brydon to save my life. I owe you more than I can give." How could he repay her for all their generosity, for bringing them into her family home, for making sure they were cared for and not discovered. The best Théadan could think of was to let her know how his and Navia journey finished. "When we make it to Mandira, I shall get Navia to write a letter with me, and let you both know how we've done." Silva released him from the hug, offered a smile and a nod, before stepping back.<br/><br/>It was Brydon's turn, he had stopped calling him '<i>your grace</i>' thankfully, and he was clearly no longer inclined to stand on ceremony and ask for his permission to do anything like he once had when they were soldiers. But there was still a little coldness to Brydon that came from having been one's subordinate. "Finally going to be out of my hair, prince?"<br/><br/>"It seems so."<br/><br/>A wry smile formed on his face, "Good, no disrespect Théadan, but you never fit the Mes'Mo'Tanian life, and trouble seems to follow you for it." Silva elbowed him in the ribs, causing him to cough, before reluctantly extending a hand towards him. "You have a good heart though, and a woman at your side who cherishes it. Don't waste it."<br/><br/>It was sound advice, and while Théadan knew Brydon had his grievances, he also refused to do nothing less than speak the truth as he saw it, and that was as deserving of respect as anything else. "I won't." Théadan replied, taking his hand and shaking it, "And thankyou for every snarky and condescending remark you threw my way." He replied with a wry grin of his own,<br/><br/>"Don't tempt me to say more." Brydon added with a little humour, before giggling filtered into the room from beyond the door, and Ingrid's excited voice called for her parents to go see what Wyndagar was up to. They both looked at him quizzically first, but Théadan wasn't going to spoil it, he gestured for them to go see for themselves.