It only took a few moments of quiet and her enjoying how warm and comfortable it was under the blankets for Théadan to enter their cabin. Navia had looked up with sleepy eyes to watch Théadan begin to remove his clothing for bed, lingering on areas as they were revealed. The broadness of his shoulders was more apparent when he was shirtless and she got a good view of the soft black hairs covering his chest and trailing down to his abdomen. It had made her smile to watch, but it was soon over and he had been tugging on the blankets to join her in the bed. It could have been a game, one Navia likely would have enjoyed, but after the afternoon they’d had, all she’d wanted was to snuggle up to him and rest. “I’ve been warming it up for you,” she had protested when confronted for not leaving him any space, but Théadan hadn’t seemed deterred by it, forcing room by joining her and snuggling up to her.<br/><br/>Navia happily lowered her legs from how they’d been curled up toward her chest and scooted further toward the wall of the bed to give Théadan the room he desired. He was larger after all, and unless they were lying on their sides together, she often curled up at his side. It was what she did while he slid an arm beneath her, careful not to jostle them on the small bed too much. With him laid on his back and his arm warm around her, Navia cuddled up to his side. Leg sliding to rest between his, her bare flesh rubbing against his in the most delightful way, her cheek met high on his chest, his jaw brushing her forehead when he began his story of how he and Wyndagar had trained together. Navia listened intently while he explained how they’d become friends before their actual training had begun, making her smile softly as her hand drifted along his chest, fingers sifting through the hairs there.<br/><br/>It sounded sweet, how he and Wyndagar had formed a bond, and likely why they were so close at the present. She’d always admired how dedicated Théadan was to his horse, it was a similarity between them that she cherished, so it was interesting to hear how that had all begun. Navia was also curious to hear how Wyndagar had been trained, leaving her anxious to hear more for she had never met a horse so dedicated to only listening to the commands of his master. It was a cute story, one that made her wonder where the embarrassment would be coming into play, when Théadan brought up his training instructor. After explaining how he had been the best but difficult to understand, he’d spoken in such a deep accent that Navia could barely comprehend what her lover was saying.<br/><br/>Face scrunching up in confusion, only able to decipher a few of the more obvious words from what Théadan was saying, Navia tilted her head back to look up at him and question what he was trying to say. It was clear she wasn’t supposed to really know, he admitted to having trouble himself, and the laugh he released was too pleasing for her to want to sway him from his story to explain every word. She’d gotten the gist of it anyway; Théadan had been twisting up his reins or something similar when training. “It sounds like this story is going to be one of you making it appear like you couldn’t understand,” she chuckled, pressing a kiss to his chest absently before settling against him again. Dark eyes following the movements of her hands trailing down his chest, then back up at a snail’s pace, Navia sighed her contentment before continuing, “It does not surprise me that pride is at the root of both our most embarrassing moments. How was training Wyndagar? Did he take to it as well as he took to you?” She knew it was not always the case; some horses were friendly enough, but stubborn as oxen when given commands.