The brief panicked cry from Navia had Théadan immediately pausing, fearing for her, and wanting to be of any use to her whatsoever. But that flash of fear seemed to get swept beneath her stubborn side, and her head gave a small shake after to dispel whatever it was she felt. Navia gave him thanks for his thoughtfulness, and little else, just the warning not to go up on to the main deck. It troubled Théadan greatly to see her in such a way, to hear a moment of panic overcome her, but she was giving him little room to help her. All Théadan could do was give Navia a small nod, and the assurance he would not stray out on deck. "I won't." He replied, then turned to leave her and Navia be for a short while.<br/><br/>Everything was moving more violently around the ship now, anything not tied down or firmly stuck in place, was likely to be thrown to the floor and roll away to find a new home for itself. Thankfully Risho must have been used to these storms, everything big and bulky had been tied securely by the crew, and most everything else had been stowed away in crates or draws, anywhere that was secure. There was only a few random items that had gone beneath anyones notice. Théadan only went up one deck on the ship, just below the main deck. He could see all the hatches and been closed shut to prevent the waves from flooding the ship, though there were leaks dripping from up and above. Yet despite the storm he could hear the sailors calling to each other in Khluri, working together to endure the storm.<br/><br/>Théadan had to keep to only taking a couple of steps before leaning himself against a part of the ship, it would quickly lurch from another wave, and where once he was trying to walk uphill, he would suddenly find himself trying to keep himself from slipping downwards. In those moments he found himself hugging one of the upright beams to keep himself from becoming another of the objects being tossed about the ship by the unyielding storm. He was thankful he had recovered as much as he had, just a few days ago he likely would not have been able to make the walk without causing himself serious injury. Timing his movements to coincide with when the waves were at their most predictable was key. He had to wait for those brief lulls where he could quickly stagger to the next solid object he could find, before the ship began to rise again. In doing so it took Théadan far longer than he wanted to find the ships stored water.<br/><br/>He readily set to his task of filling up their waterskin. A small tap at the bottom of a barrel was what Théadan placed the waterskin too, before turning it. He managed with a fair bit of struggle to get most of the water into it, only slipping off once when the ship came down from a wave with a crash. Once the waterskin was full, Théadan turned the tap, and corked it, before setting forth back the way he had come. He spared a glance towards the hatch and stairs that led up to the main deck, it regularly bounced and shook with the ferocity of the storm raging outside, and plenty of sea water tossed up on deck, seeped through the edges. It was tempting to go and have a peak, to sate his curiosity and see for himself how the sailors battled the storm to keep the ship afloat. But it was the thought of Navia being alone and that brief moment of panic he had seen on her face when he had said he refill the waterskin, that prevented him from going and have a look.<br/><br/>Théadan took his time heading back down the stairs, they were proving especially tricky with the rough sea, and he had no desire of creating a new injury for himself. But soon he was at the bottom, and making he way back towards Navia and Wyndagar, waterskin in hand. Navia had moved in the mean time, she was considerably closer to Wyndagar, but not quite by his side. They both looked to be in a sorry state, so Théadan moved to rejoin them, filling the space between Navia and Wyn, sitting down so he could rest a comforting hand on Wyndagar's chest, and another to Navia's back. "I hope I didn't keep you waiting too long."