Navia could not sit still for the life of her. Théadan could see it out of the corner of his eye how she fidgeted on the couch, restless and not enjoying having to wait for him to have his palm read. Osa had specifically asked for them to sit separate but it had not taken long before Navia was crossing back over to sit beside him, nudging a cushion closer to his side with her foot before taking the seat. He had to bite his lip to keep from chuckling at Navia's antics, and it very nearly escaped him when her hand came to rest on his thigh only for Osa to immediately scold her for it. She immediately pulled his hands from his and the glower she gave Navia had her removing her hand from his thigh, to which Théadan couldn't resist making a tutting sound with his tongue to cheekily admonish her for interrupting Osa's palm reading.<br/><br/>Osa did draw the chuckle from him a moment later though as she pointed out she had never met a more stubborn woman in all her life, a sentiment Théadan was tempted to agree with, only for Navia to whisper her cheeky reply to him and draw snicker from him. What humour there was from it all quickly evaporated with Osa's morbid announcement that death surrounded him. Her eyes were open now, her good one staring into his own as she described him and much of what he had long been carrying with him. Théadan made no comment as she pointed out the deaths of Devam and Argyle weighing particularly heavy on his shoulders. He had to cast a side long glance to Navia to raise an eyebrow, wondering how much of their journey she had spoken of.<br/><br/>His hands were turned over, and this time Osa peered into them rather than feeling them. The scars were immediately identifiable and something Osa did not gloss over in her summary, what drew his attention was her accurate statements that the person who caused the scars was the same as the one who had given a scar to Navia, even pointing out he was no longer a threat to them. Knowing how much Navia reviled the Beast, and how little they had ever spoken about him together, he highly doubted she would have spoken about him to Osa during the visit she had with her. Whatever questions were forming for Théadan were quickly pushed aside as Osa's finger followed one of the natural lines in his hand as she pointed out their suffering was not over yet. That didn't surprise him particularly, he was anticipating running into trouble at some point for simply being Mes'Mo'Tanian, however it was the mention of it being someone close that did surprise and trouble him.<br/><br/>Théadan looked curiously at Osa wondering what she was talking about, when her hand rose to trace the line of a scar just beneath his eye making him recoil slightly, and suddenly feel very aware of that scar in particular. The memories of how he received it while training with Rhodon crossed his mind and he soon broke eye contact with Osa as she hinted at his brother without mentioning his name. Alarm registered on Osa's face and her gaze shifted quickly to Navia, her voice losing some of its steadiness as she suddenly asked a range of questions about his brother and Navia. He winced, not liking having to bring up Rhodon, especially after everything he had put Navia through. Talking about him again was something Théadan would have preferred never to have to do. "You mean Rhodon." He replied to her, briefly exchanging a glance with Navia before deciding it was best to offer up some details about him. "Rhodon is obsessive, paranoid, possessive and vindictive."<br/><br/>He was blunt in his assessment of his brother, not wanting to go into all the details of what happened, figuring Osa only needed to know the basics, and that would hopefully spare both him and Navia some pain from having to talk about him. "The times he met Navia I think he came to believe he would 'own' her." He said, disgusted by the very notion of it. "I don't doubt he was furious when he discovered she was gone. I'm certain he would want her for himself and not care in the slightest how Navia felt about it." He had an eye on her whenever they had been in the same room together, and probably had some terrible plans for her forming in his head before they had fled Nygaard, none of which Théadan felt needed to be talked about. "Probably doubly so if just to spite me." Rhodon had long since proven he would act out of spite or to get under the skin of others. Knowing him he likely would have decided in quite some detail what he would do to Navia if she was ever dragged back to Nygaard, but such thoughts didn't bare thinking about.<br/><br/>"Yes he would endanger her life, my life, and anyone elses life so long as he got what he wanted." Théadan answered bitterly, and gave his hands a tug against Osa's wanting to let go so he could hold Navia's hand instead. He had thought the palm reading would be fun for them, but talk of old wounds, past guilt, and vengeful brothers was souring it.