There was a brief moment of time where Navia considered hopping off the crate to help Théadan over to it. She knew her lover though, knew he would want to reach it on his own. It didn’t mean she couldn’t be eagerly waiting for him to join her though. Luckily Théadan did what she had planned on doing herself and his lips briefly met hers for a sweet little kiss hello. She did nothing else, made no reach for him, and patiently waited for Théadan to lift his weight into the crate and settle down beside her. His arm looped across her shoulder and drew her in, leaving Navia to sigh contentedly and lean against him. It was so nice to have him up and moving, so relieving. Navia wanted nothing more than for Théadan to be fully healthy again.<br/><br/>She could tell it had taxed him, however. His breath came quick, his movements slow. Théadan had always been the fitter one of the two, toned from years of training and fighting. She had always enjoyed that about him, especially the few times he had used that strength to overpower her and bring them pleasure. Now she was sure she could temporarily run circles around him when it came to strength. But clearly he was getting better. They could be back to normal soon enough, much to her excitement. She missed being with him, after all, missed all the games. Until then, Navia would enjoy the way Théadan leaned against her while he gazed out at the expanse ocean before them. It gave her the chance to study him and all the pleasing qualities she found about his face.<br/><br/>Navia at first blinked when asked if she came up to the main deck for fresh air every morning. “Yes,” she answered hastily, then decided she needed to elaborate, “Yes, I like to come up and see how the horizon has changed since the morning before. We had been following the coast in the distance until yesterday morning. I haven’t seen it since.” There was no point in telling Théadan she had watched the ocean go by with a bucket beside her and a sailor watching he uneasily. Until she fully understood what was happening to her, she saw no point in worrying him. He had to get better; that needed to be his main focus. Once he was recovered and back to his old self, Navia would tell him she had been ill nearly every day for a month.<br/><br/>The opportunity to share her news with Théadan was a welcome one and an easy way to deviate from her habits when she would disappear in the mornings. Snuggling up to Théadan more, Navia nuzzled her nose against his cheek briefly before looking back out at the water. “I was speaking with Captain Risho earlier and he invited us both to have dinner with him sometime soon. I explained you were still healing, so he said we could come any night you were feeling better, we just had to let him know.” She didn’t point out the invitation had come after Risho had come across her vomiting. He had wondered right then if she was eating well enough, then suspiciously nodded when Navia assured him the galley food was adequate for their needs. “I thought it might be nice for us to do though, and get out of our room for an evening. What do you think? It doesn’t have to be tonight if you’re too tired, but maybe sometime soon since you’re walking again.” Her dark eyes drifted from the sea then, searching for Théadan’s vibrant green ones to gauge his thoughts.