He didn’t let her go far, but Navia had not planned on actually putting space between them. She grinned at the way his hand closed around hers to keep her from going though, her own fingers tightening around his while she listened to Théadan tease her and point out he would only have to look for her causing mischief in the crowds. With a tug of his hand, he guided her back to his side so they could go in search of new clothes for him. Navia nodded her agreement to do so, her fingers threading between his while they walked toward the markets. “Fine,” she chuckled, rising onto her toes so she could press a brief kiss to his cheek, “We’ll figure out what to buy you and I’ll translate if you need it. I don’t think your Khluri is too broken though; you’ve picked it up better than I have Mes’Mo’Tanian. You’ll be fluent soon enough if we keep practicing.”<br/><br/>Until then, Navia was happy to translate for Théadan. She had missed speaking her language during her time out of the country, so the opportunity to do so was welcome. How nice it was to be in a Khluri square once more, surrounded by the sounds and smells of her country, and it was all the better having Théadan by her side. Hand giving his a gentle squeeze, Navia guided them toward the rows of vendors, wanting them to be able to peruse without having to go to every single shop to decide where to go. Her gaze focused on people selling clothing. After a few minutes of wandering and squeezing in close to each other when people bustled by, a booth came into view that might be good for them. After giving a nod in its direction to Théadan, she led the weaving between people it took to reach a table covered in stacks of clothes with various different outfits on display behind  middle-aged, boxy Khluri woman.<br/><br/>After a brief hello in Khluri to the woman, Navia turned her attention to the different stacks of clothes so she could see if they might be something Théadan might find acceptable and comfortable. “These are not fashioned after Mes’Mo’Tanian attire,” she frowned slightly, reaching out to test the fabric. Most of the clothing was for men, but done in Khluri fashion, which she was not sure if Théadan was ready to try. “We should keep looking,” she announced before smiling at the woman and thanking her. Navia turned to look for another booth for them to try when a man their age bumped shoulders with her, causing Navia to stumble back a couple steps and bump into Théadan. He started to apologize, but then his gaze landed on her lover and Navia could tell the Khluri man was displeased by the scowl that instantly formed on his face.<br/><br/>“<i>Eva ganika bhayam tat Avezana</i>,” the man spat at her with derision on his face before he disappeared into the crowd, leaving Navia to blink in shock the man would speak to her so bluntly before she shook her head. She glanced at Théadan before giving his hand a small tug, “Come on, I see another table we can check.” Not wanting to give any further thought on what the man had so rudely said to her, Navia cut through the crowd, leading the way to another table that had clothing closer to what Théadan had been wearing, trousers and shirts, but there were vests and lightweight materials along with various colors to choose from. “This is better,” Navia announced, smiling at the man who was warily eying Théadan, “Do you like any of these? Do you think they’ll be less hot for—“<br/><br/>The man she had bumped into was back, his weathered hand tapping on her shoulder. Navia turned to see why, thinking Théadan was playing a joke on her, when she realized whom it was. He held up a single silver coin, his dark eyes traversing the length of her body before he laughed and spoke a line in Khluri that had Navia’s face darkening. Shaking her head, her answer was stiff and unamused, but she also pressed closer to Théadan in the process, wanting the reassurance he was by her side as she demanded the man leave her alone in Khluri. She ended up wedging herself between Théadan and the table they stood before as the man glared at her, then turned to leave, taking the time to abruptly bang his shoulder against Théadan’s as he retreated. Navia sighed as he left, her expression still irritated as one of her hands gripped Théadan’s side while she faced him. “We should make this a short market trip and return to our room,” she said lowly, "I'm beginning to tire."