The rough seas must have really been taking a toll on Navia, she had accepted the waterskin, and taken a swig, but it wasn't long before she was resting her head in his lap. With her face at his abdomen, and her hands reaching around his back, Navia clung to Théadan, he could see how exhausted she was. Théadan silently hoped the storm would end soon for her sake, yet even as that thought fluttered through his mind, there was an almighty crack from up above followed by a crashing sound. It was undoubtedly a bad sign, but for the time being it was best ignored, and Navia must have had the same idea, as she asked him to describe more of their possible future home. He was all too happy to comply with her request.<br/><br/>"I imagine it with plants crawling up its outer walls, and flowers all around." He said softly, and ran his hand through her hair, the other remaining resting on Wyndagars neck. He hoped his voice could soothe them both through the storm. "During summer we could enjoy opening up its windows, and letting the scent of nature fill the rooms." What flowers grew in Khlurios? Perhaps some of those white blooming flowers they passed through that night he stole her away. "If we settle in the Northern regions of Khlurios, then during the winter we can cuddle up close together beneath a blanket next to a fire place, and find ways to keep each other warm if that proves not enough."<br/><br/>Théadan continued to speak softly, trying his best to describe every facet of their possible future home as they came to him. The storm had continued to linger on, but at the very least both Navia and Wyndagar were no longer restless, nor struggling with the movements of the ship. It had already taken its toll on them both, he silently prayed they would not stir until the rough seas had passed. It was at that moment Risho came into view, and Théadan could only imagine the strange sight that greeted the man, a horse laying down beside a Mes'Mo'Tanian prince, with a Khluri Duchess cuddled up to him. The perplexed expression on his face suggested as much, but then the pointed finger and harsher tones in his voice suggested he was seeing something else.<br/><br/>Out came accusations in the Captains broken common, and for a moment Théadan was the one looking perplexed before looking down at his resting lover. "I've done nothing to Navia but help her." He replied earnestly, and then came back the memory of his threat, and what he said he would do if he hurt Navia. Théadan had never once doubted the man had fully meant his threat, but he had never taken it as anything to worry about as there was simply no way he ever would. But now Théadan was feeling defensive, so he pointed a finger straight back at Risho. "It's your ship that's done this. Between the storm, and the relentless rolling of this ship upon the waves, of course she's ended up feeling ill." He said accusingly. But what was he likely to understand from all that, and without Navia to translate? "Your ship - Uttarana." Théadan pointed at him, "The waves." He lifted his hand from Navia, and proceeded to lift his hand up and down. "It's makes Navia- Sitvati, ill." He clutched his stomach and made a gagging sound in the hope it got his point across. "Understand?"