Théadan was quick to take the offending bottle from her hold and a flash of mischief across her features was all Navia gave in response. There was a game in there to be sure, one that would be a fun distraction from the still-rocking ship, but she was run down from when the ship had been more erratic. Even if she wanted to be coy and teasing, she didn’t have the energy to follow through. So instead of doing anything more, Navia merely watched Théadan stash the bottom out of her reach and settled down to sit closely to her. Smiling softly, Navia scooted a little closer as well, happy to have Théadan so close and his arm so warm on her back. With the ship appearing to begin to calm, she could focus on other needs her body had other than what her stomach demanded.<br/><br/>More than anything, she ached. Her abdomen was sore from heaving and her throat was sore, but she no longer had the queasiness that plagued her. She was also cold. In their little room, the bed had been cozy and she could snuggle up under their blankets, which she had been doing before the storm hit them. That meant she was not dressed to be out in the drafty open area and did not have the shoes needed to keep her feet warm. But Navia was not so miserable that she couldn’t lean against Théadan and listen to him speak of the storm and the ship’s crew. She hoped he was right that they were through with the worst of the storm; she did not think she or Wyndagar would handle another rough round as well as they had before…and she’d barely handled it.<br/><br/>Navia’s attention became more focused on Théadan upon hearing Risho had something to tell her. Eyes curious, they returned to his face and watched intently while Théadan attempted to remember what the captain had told them. At first not understanding the word Théadan was trying to pronounce, her eyebrows knit together as her mind rifled through all the Khluri words that sounded similar to what he was attempting to say. “Javarn…” She muttered, frowning slightly. Nothing she could think of worked with what Théadan was saying until she thought of the ship. “Ah, I think he told you<i>javan</i>,” Navia decided, “You have to draw out the J sound a little more,<i>kamin</i>, and the first A needs to be a shorter. But it means sail, I think. I don’t know much about the parts of a ship, so I could be wrong.”<br/><br/>Navia sighed heavily while shifting closer to her lover, turning to face Théadan a bit more. She let a hand absently trail down his back as she lifted her bare feet and settled them between his legs, seeking warmth for them so she would not have to leave his side to find shoes or socks. Her knees ended up resting against his abdomen like her head had been before.  “He said we had to stop, though?” She asked curiously, her other hand falling to rest in her lap and her eyes searching his for confirmation, “Where would we stop? Aren’t we in the middle of the ocean?” As far as she knew, there was nothing between Mes’Mo’Tan and Khlurios when traveling by ship. Stopping to fix something sounded like they would need to return to land. Just where would they be then? Worry was what next formed on Navia’s face. “What if we end up going back to shore and are in Mes’Mo’Tan again?”