It appeared they were in agreement over what night Osa had sensed. The furnace room had not come to Navia’s mind however; the night of the blizzard and the tiny fire that had eventually gone out had. The only night where the fire had been prominent and their sadness had been bittersweet was the night before Théadan had had to give her up. Curious to hear his thoughts on Osa’s words, Navia split her time between glancing his way and finishing her chicken, a pleased smile flitting across her lips when he leaned closer so their shoulders companionably pressed. It was cute after all; she liked that even though they’d been sitting mere inches from each other, he went out of his way to make sure they touched somehow. Once they were finished with their meals, Navia was sure they would waste no time in finding more ways to have their bodies touch. It was familiar to them, soothing.<br/><br/>He was right that a lot of emotion had gone into that last night before they’d been separated by Mes’Mo’Tanian law. They had known there was a chance it could have been the last night they shared together and they’d both been desperate to make the most of it. They’d exhausted each other, left each other sore and ready for bed despite knowing what the morning would bring, yet Navia looked back at it with fondness. There had been so much love and dedication in those moments, even without them mentioning love to each other. They had known, had shown it, and had felt it. Hearing Théadan say he would be happy if that was the night they’d created their child together drew a small smile to Navia’s lips while she looked over at the fire and thought back to that night. “It was a special night,” she said softly in agreement, thinking of how they had wrapped themselves around each other atop a soft blanket as the shadows of the firelight danced across their flesh.<br/><br/>He was going on to try to answer her other questions though, shaking Navia from the memories that had drifted up in her mind of slow kisses and languid rolls of hips. She watched him try to count out the weeks since that night and she raised her eyebrows when he finally came up with ten or eleven weeks. So many events had transpired in those weeks. So many awful, terrible things along with some incredible moments. They’d been separated and had tried not fall for their lusts for each other, then had been caught together when exactly that had happened. He’d been tortured, she’d been given away and forced into defending herself. They’d survived the Mes’Mo’Tanian wilderness, a house fire, the Beast.<br/><br/>“Such a short amount of time,” Navia finally said after thinking it all through, her hand lowering to her abdomen so she could smooth it over the little bump beneath her pants, “Yet it feels like so long ago that we were in Nygaard, like years have gone by. These have been the most stressful months of my life, yet here we are, blessed with a healthy child.” She knew women were most susceptible to miscarriages earliest in their pregnancies and stress could be a major factor in that happening. With a small sigh, she glanced over to see if Théadan was reaching for any more food, then bundled it back up so they could eat the rest another day and pushed it further down the bedroll. With more space available between them, Navia scooted closer to Théadan, legs curling up and leaning against his thigh as she rested her head on his shoulder. “If it was that night, those first few weeks after very easily could have ended this child,” Navia pointed out quietly, a hand reaching out to skim his bare chest before gripping his side lightly as she thought about it, “Especially when you’d been injured by the Beast and I had been so terrified you were going to leave me…” Turning her head and nuzzling against him, Navia sighed contentedly before murmuring, “You can write about how the baby has your strength and stubbornness. How else would they have survived?” Her laugh came quick afterward, for she knew it was likely Théadan would protest her saying he was the stubborn one.