The protest Théadan gave to the splashing assault she led on him had Navia laughing triumphantly until he chose to barrel through the rioting water to end it. She hadn’t expected it, figuring Théadan would eventually concede she had won or demand she stop, so him shoved past the splashes to tackle her into the springs caught her off guard enough that she could do little more than gasp her alarm. They went tumbling into the water together, reminding her of a time long ago when he had charged through the mists to do the same. Water surrounded them as their bodies rubbed and their legs brushed. For the sake of the game, Navia tried to wriggle free of Théadan’s clutches, but he still managed to capture her waist despite her struggles.<br/><br/>They rose up from the water together by Théadan’s doing, just as they had done the first time they had ended up in a spring together, though it was with far less force. She was not roughly shoved against a wall like an intruder, but he did push her into one of the seats along the wall of the grotto, trapping her. Navia was fully aware she was caught, but from the moment they had breached the water together, she was unable to control the laughter that poured from her lips. They were childish, and she was once again having to push all her hair back from her face, but it was just so fun to have these moments with Théadan that Navia could not fault him for dragging her underwater for a third time that day. She was trying to get ahold of her laughter when Théadan began to return to the conversation they’d been having, her hands still tight on his sides in response to the abruptness of his movements. It wasn’t until Théadan stated she had created an imbalance of the games between them that Navia’s laughter calmed.<br/><br/>A small scowl began to form on her lips when she looked up at him to see if he was serious, her near-black eyes searching his face and taking in how water was still dripping from his face and he had not yet pushed his own disheveled hair back. Théadan made no move to do so however, instead remaining close to where she was pressed against the wall, arms blocking an easy escape. It did not mean Navia did not consider it; in fact she chose not to answer right away so she could weigh her options. The problem was that she was content with being trapped; that was the goal of the games eventually, wasn’t it? Navia could still be defiant though, for Théadan had chosen words that made it sound as if he was innocent of all the teasing and playing they’d been doing, as if he had not been retaliating toward her in bigger ways than anything she’d been doing to him.<br/><br/>“I upset the balance?” She laughed, shaking her head while her hands rose up between them to at first take his face between her fingertips, “That’s a bold claim coming from the man who just wrestled his lover into the water because of a little splashing.” She harbored no hard feelings for it though, and was quite happy to send both hands up to gently push Théadan’s own black hair back from his face. She took her time doing it, liking that despite them both being naked and soaking wet, there was something about him she could straighten up for him. It also brought their faces close together, and Navia’s gaze on him was full of awareness. Once she was done with his hair, her hands slid around to the back of his neck so her arms could begin to guide him down closer, their chests coming dangerously close to brushing or pressing. “What is this something nice you want from me?” Navia asked curiously, interested in seeing what Théadan might answer with before another smirk formed on her lips, “I think you should be doing something nice for me. I’m the one who keeps getting thrown underwater. I'll have you know I could have drowned.”