She wasn’t sure what she had wanted to hear from him. Assurance? Platitudes? Théadan could give her none, just as she knew, but what he said was sweet all the same, as was his kiss. When he pulled back from the gentle meeting of their lips, Théadan guided her away from the railing while suggesting they discuss their future together later. It was a good idea, one that had Navia nodding in agreement, but thinking there could be a time where they were no longer together nagged at her. She walked with him, but cast her gaze skyward to the stars. His religion described many lives with no guarantee of people staying together. Hers spoke of one life, but an eternity of happiness in the afterlife if two hearts were so close as to act as one. Which was right? Was there even a possibility of one being right? Would they ever know?<br/><br/>Navia looked back to Théadan with a hint of amusement on her face when Théadan pointed out he was famished. “Well, we can’t have that,” she chuckled softly, her free hand reaching up to give his arm a companionable squeeze. It was nice to walk with him arm in arm, especially with the way it allowed their upper arms and shoulders to brush. It was difficult to walk through the narrow ship doorways in such a way however, and so when a sailor pulled open the door for them to enter the stateroom, Navia gave Théadan’s arm a small squeeze before allowing her hand to slide down the length of his forearm until her fingers could find his and intertwine with them. Together they stepped into the room and the door was quietly shut behind them after Navia offered a word of thanks to the sailor.<br/><br/>Meant for meetings and entertaining those the captain wished to open or maintain trade with, it was more plush and decorated than other rooms they had seen on the ship. The ceiling was low like other rooms, but the trio of large windows on the side of the room closest to the bow allowed the forming moonlight to somewhat illuminate the space. A large candlelit chandelier was centered in the room above an impressive wooden table, casting a dull glow in the room that was bright enough for meals and conversation. The sides of the table were ornate, carved into a scrolling pattern that traveled the perimeter of the table. The top of it was painted, but much of the table was covered with different plates of food the captain had had prepared for them. The walls had been painted white, but the rafters and heavy beams holding up the ways remained their natural wood tone. There were carvings in those beams as well, more little spaces where someone had decided to practice their art on the ship. The white walls helped the space not feel as cramped, though there were various paintings put on the walls for decoration. People, landscapes, all done by different Khluri artists, but all having to do with what was obviously the captain’s greatest love: the sea.<br/><br/>Risho was waiting for them, dressed in clothing he had not spent the day working in and smiling graciously as they entered the room. Perhaps only ten years their elder, he seemed excited to have company and brought his left hand up to his heart while bowing to Navia, “<i>Susaya, Sitvati.</i>” She answered in kind to wish him a good evening, but using his name instead. Once Risho rose, he turned to Théadan next and sent him an acknowledging nod before his thickly Khluri voice greeted him with, “Hello, Théadan.” He turned and swept his arm across the room, gesturing to the two long benches on either side of the table and bolted to the floor of the ship, “Please, sit.”<br/><br/>"Thank you," Navia answered in the common tongue, wanting to use it as much as possible so Théadan wouldn't feel alienated. She gave his hand a small squeeze, then led the way so they could sit on one side of the table where two place settings had been laid and Risho could occupy the other. The table had several plates of different foods, a mixture of Mes'Mo'Tanian and Khluri dishes, though more Mes'Mo'Tanian than Khluri like Navia had suspected. A large roast with vegetables was in the center of the table, but the breads set out were flat and cut into triangles. There were two different rice dishes, two different fish the sailors must have caught, and finally some diced up potatoes tossed in a red sauce. It was a lot of food, more than they needed, and she hoped the captain planned on also sharing with his crew.  "This looks delicious, Risho," Navia complimented while moving to sit at one of the places. Once she did, the captain did as well, then gestured for Théadan to join them.