Baiza listened and did so without judgement, clearly wanting to hear as much of his and Navia's tale as she could, she seemed very understanding of it all, and if anything she appeared to just be pleased for Navia and him. Théadan wholeheartedly agreed with her, he was indeed fortuitous to have found Navia, and he already knew well their relationship would not be an easy one. Few points on their journey together had been easy, there had always been some problem hounding them every step of the way, the Uttarana had been the easiest, but even that had him recovering, Navia falling ill in stormy weather, and the journey had been particularly miserable for Wyndagar who was seemingly yet to forgive him for it. Baiza was totally right though, the trials he and Navia would face would not likely come from between them, but be forced upon them by others who did not look favourably upon their relationship.<br/><br/>Words of warning was what Baiza had for him, Théadan felt it wise to listen to them, he already knew many Khluri would be deeply upset by his presence and at the side of someone so dear to them no less. More important insight came with Baiza's warning of how the royal family might react to him. Appeasing them was likely going to be the most important part to starting a new life in Khlurios with Navia, but Baiza all but confirmed he was to expect an uphill struggle trying to placate the king of Khlurios, and give proof he was there to atone, and not for any selfish purposes. With that said, Baiza was standing up, telling him it was time to wash him of the mud so he could see its healing properties for himself.<br/><br/>Théadan gave a nod, and once Baiza's back was turned, he rose from the tub and sought his robe, and began to follow her, finding it curious they liked that some areas they preferred mud to be tracked in to make it easier to clean. He followed out of the room and back into the hall, where a familiar face was coming in the opposite direction. Navia looking all bright and pleased with herself, she must have had a good conversation with Osa, so these Khluri 'witches' were likely not evil like they were made out to be in the stories. However Théadan was covered head to toe in mud, and was certain she would quickly be seizing upon the opportunity to tease him for it. Yet as he glanced her way, there was no real attempt at eye contact, just a brief glance and a smile. She did not recognise him, the realisation caused Théadan to grin.<br/><br/>A glance was all Navia really needed though, she stopped just as she was about to speak to Baiza, instead turning to regard Théadan, hand grasping his arm to check if it was really him before calling his name in surprise. It was always a pleasure to see Navia laugh, though because it was at his expense meant he would have to get her back for it though, there was no two ways about that. But she was welcome to enjoy the sight of him like this while she could. She cleaned her hand of the mud on his robe, leaving her hand print there on his clothes while Baiza left them alone for the time being. He would have to go follow in a moment, but right now Navia wanted to tease him, likely for all those times he had dunked her under the water.<br/><br/>She was planning on figuring out a meal for them while he finished cleaning himself up, and that was fine, though truthfully Théadan wasn't really dwelling on any of that, his thoughts were only on how best to get back at Navia for teasing him, and having him covered in mud. As though she was daring him into doing something to get back at her, Navia rose on to her toes, seeking a kiss while one of her hands rested on his robed arm to help keep her balance so she wouldn't fall into his muddy embrace. It was awfully tempting for Théadan to just tug her a little off balance, and have her covered in the mud too so she would also be forced to take a shower. But that felt too obvious. "Of course not," He replied with an innocent smile, trying to hide any insidious thought he had for getting back at his lover. "That would be just terrible."<br/><br/>Carefully Théadan leaned forward to give Navia the kiss she so desired. He made no move to knock her off balance and into his arms, and the other remained at his side while their lips met for a soft kiss. Temptation to get his own back was far too much though, and all it took was to raise his free hand and cup her cheek in the manner they so often did. It was always a sweet touch that allowed them to deepen and draw out the kiss just a little bit longer, and this was no different, just with added caveat that now Navia's cheek had his muddy hand print over it. "Oh sorry, you got a little on you," Théadan remarked with no sincerity whatsoever, grinning devilishly once their lips parted. "Here, let me just get that for you." He offered and flicked a muddy finger down over his lover's nose, just to muddy that too. "There, perfect!"