This wasn't going to be easy, Théadan knew it the moment Ingrid came bursting through the door to leap into Navia's arms. It was tough on her, she was still too young to understand why they had to go, just that they had come into her life, and she now didn't want to see them leave. Théadan saw Ingrids pleading eyes as she tried to convince Navia they did not have to leave. To Navia's credit she was as gentle as she was resolute in her reply, they couldn't let her think there was any other option, no matter how teary eyed her adorable face got.<br/><br/>Théadan wasn't sure how Navia managed to keep from crumbling before Ingrids desperare attempt to keep them there, but soon Ingrid was scrambling out of her arms to get into his lap. He grimaced from a brief flash of pain, but it subsided, and he was able to focus on the pout on Ingrids face, and her quivering lips. She was on the verge of tears, and it cut into Théadan that he could well be the one to push her over the edge with just one wrong word. "I'm really sorry Ingrid, but we have to go. We are both going to miss you terribly." He said earnestly, she had kept them company, woken them up early in the morning a couple of times with her want to be around them and talk. She was far to young for such goodbyes, "You'll understand one day."<br/><br/>"No, I don't want to understand, I want you both to stay." Her voice a whine, the pitch shaky, tears were forming in her eyes. Théadan hugged her, a feat he had been unable to do until that point.<br/><br/>"I know you do, and I wish we didn't have to part either. You've been so sweet to me, Navia and Wyndagar. We've been very lucky to get to know you this passed week. We won't forget."<br/><br/>Silva urged Ingrid to get off the bed then, they still had to say goodbye too, but that pushed Ingrid into clinging too him, her arms wrapping around his neck tightly. "Ah, Ingrid..." He gasped a little with pain, but relaxed himself, and rubbed her back gently to try and calm her.<br/><br/>"Please don't go..." She quietly whimpered, she was having trouble controlling her breathing now.<br/><br/>Softly, Théadan coaxed Ingrid to allow him a little space so he could look into her blue eyes, his hands still holding her. "Ingrid listen to me, parting with friends is never easy. Life takes us all down different paths. They cross - like they have for us, and they may cross again. Until such a time, we should be thankful for our time together." He said, trying to be soothing, but it felt hopeless to try and explain it all to a child so young. But what he could do was give her a gift. "I want you to have something to remember us by, Navia can help you with it." Théadan told her, as she sniffled, and a tear ran down her cheek. "When I first met her, she would braid small sections of Wyndagar's mane. If you like, I'm sure Navia would help you do the same. Then it can be cut for you to keep - horse hair can make a beautiful bracelet, and there could be no finer than Wyn's."<br/><br/>She seemed short on words, tears were freely rolling down her cheeks now, but she didn't say anything. "Would you like that?" Théadan had to ask, hoping it would be something to soothe her with. A small nod followed. "You can also show Navia our secret if you like." He said to try and add a cherry to it. Slowly Ingrid released him from her grasp, and slipped out of his lap without another word. Tears were stricken across her face, and with a complete lack of he usual enthusiasm, she slowly walked over to Navia, her head down dejectedly, even as she reached for her hand. "Théadan said I can show you our secret." She said between sniffles and the occasional wiping of her eyes with her sleeve.