Her eyes were still on the ceiling when she heard Théadan agree their day was supposed to have gone differently, but she still nodded her agreement that there had been too many emotional highs and lows. He surprised her by taking her foot to rest in his lap though, and Navia raised a suspicious brow but did not lift her head to see what he was doing. She was comfy laid back on the bed and his hands had caressed every inch of her body at some point, so there was no uncertainty when it came to his touch. More than anything, she was leery of it, expecting him to maybe tickle her feet to get her mood to shift. Théadan appeared content with merely touching her though, and pairing it with teasing words that made her chuckle all over again.<br/><br/>Navia glanced down the length of her body to catch Théadan’s attention shifting to the bags they had unceremoniously dumped on the floor to focus more on their serious conversation. It would be good to write in the journal, they had much to add, but it was the mention of him deeming her lucky to him share a bed with her that made her release another small chuckle. Luckily Théadan had nothing else to add to it, nor did he try to tickle her foot like she had considered what he might do. Théadan announce they needed to eat the meal before anything else could happen and Navia sighed her distaste for needing to do so. She lifted her head to see where Théadan was going until she realized he was only taking hold of the basket of food she had brought up for them.<br/><br/>“Fiiiine,” Navia sighed dramatically, as if it was a great inconvenience to have to take time for a meal. Navia sat back up slowly and reached for the basket of food. She had already peeked at the food once, she knew what was in store for them, so she pushed the cloth aside to withdraw one of the little meat pies within. “These are called<i>leema</i>,” she explained while holding out the food for him to take from her, “It has meat and spices in it, then you can dip it in this sauce if you want. Usually it’s beef or chicken inside.” Once Théadan was situated with his food and comfortable with adding sauce if he wanted it, Navia reached for her own, breaking it in half to inspect the contents inside and nodding when she saw it was beef as predicted.<br/><br/>It did not take long for them to share their meal, during which they spoke mostly about the food and the events of their day that they should add to their joint journal. Once they had eaten their fill of the<i>leema</i>, Navia hopped off the bed to place the basket back on the dresser and crouched down to dig through their bags. Leaving the<i>Uttarana</i>felt like it had happened weeks ago, not earlier that day, and she could hardly remember which bag contained what. After opening a couple, she came across the right bag, but it was the one she stuffed the Mes’Mo’Tanian flag into when she’d come across it on the abandoned battlefield. Navia took the time to pull out their journal and one of their quills and inkbottles, then stood to shake out the flag to have a closer look at it. It was in terrible shape, dirty and ripped in some places, clearly it had seen better days.<br/><br/>“I want to put this somewhere in our home,” she declared, looking over at Théadan while holding it up. Perhaps not out in a place where a visitor may come by and think them traitorous to a country that was now to be their home, but maybe in their bedroom. Laying the flag on the dresser so she could clean it up some later, Navia crossed back over to the bed to explain her reasoning. She tossed the book and quill down on the bed, then sat beside Théadan again. She turned to face him some, her knee pressing against his thigh while she reached for his hand. Both of hers cradled it, then one hand lifted to trace her fingertips along the length of his fingers. “We met in Khlurios, but we fell in love in Mes’Mo’Tan,” Navia explained quietly, dark eyes lifting from watching their hands to seek out his pretty emerald gaze, a smile playing at her lips, “And now that we’ve returned, we carry both in our hearts. The flag can serve as a reminder.” It might also be one of the few decorations they could put in their home from Théadan’s country, though it was clearly from a time of war, which had Navia rethinking her idea and glancing back at the flag, “Unless it only reminds you of the war…” Then it might not be the best of ideas.