The overly dramatic sigh Navia gave had Théadan rolling his eyes at his lover's antics. Months away from home and now she could finally eat her country's food regularly, she was making it out to be such a chore for her. She did sit back up though, and picked up one of the pies that was contained within, explaining to him what they were, and that they could be dipped. '<i>leema</i>' another new word for him to remember. Children took years to learn the fundamentals of their parents language, how long would it take him to learn just the basics? He would have to be patient, Théadan knew it, but it wouldn't be easy in a land where there was a good chance of him being met with a hostile reception where he couldn't understand what was being said, and was reliant on Navia to translate for him.<br/><br/>Théadan broke away the thoughts with the splitting of one of the pies in two, and tasting it with the dipping sauce. It had good flavour to it, but he was sure it would tasted even better hot and freshly cooked. They ate plenty of the provided food anyway, and after much talk of the days events and their meal, Théadan was watching Navia hop off the bed to search through their bags, pulling out a quill, the ink, their journal, as well as the flag she had pulled from the wagon when they had passed through the battlefield. His brow furrowed with curiosity having forgotten she had done that after what had happened downstairs in the tavern. Now that he saw it though, the one question on his lips she was already answering. Navia already planned for it to be hung in their future home. She placed it on the nearby dresser and came to sit back down on the bed with him, taking one of his hands and running her fingertips down the length of his fingers as she explained why she felt the flag held so much meaning for them both.<br/><br/>It was a sweet sentiment that Navia brought to mind, both their countries had played important roles in their relationship, and the Mes'Mo'Tan flag certainly represented that, but it did carry a lot of other memories and meaning behind it. Théadan gaze drifted over to the flag, leaving his hand in Navia's while the other took the flag from the dresser to inspect it some. It was dirty, and badly damaged. It had a number of holes in it, and the ends were frayed and tattered, but it was not unsalvageable. He remained silent for a minute studying his own flag, before softly speaking, "It'll need to be washed, can't leave my country's flag in such a filthy state." The holes would need to be stitched, the frayed end might be worth keeping as a reminder of the circumstances under which they had met. "It doesn't only remind me of a war, it has far too much meaning behind it to be only that. It is something I can look at and remember all the good things about my country." He said, remembering the lands he loved to travel through, the mountains, the snow, and all the creatures he could track. It reminded him of Nygaard, his parents, his brothers, Ivette, and all those soldiers who had been under his command. "It has so many memories attached to it, both negative and positive, but both should be kept close." It had all led him to being with her after all, and that was worth treasuring.<br/><br/>The war had been a terrible wrong done to her country, there had been so much suffering, and loss of life, yet here they were together, it did not make up for all the terrible things that had been done, but Théadan couldn't help but be thankful he now had Navia in his life. "Our love shows something good can still come out of something as terrible as war. I think this flag might represent that for us." He said as he set the flag back down on the dresser and offered her a smile. His attention then turned on to the journal that was on the bed, he plucked that from its resting place, and opened on to the first blank page. "We met in Khlurios, but we fell in love in Mes'Mo'Tan." He repeated her words, liking the sound of them. How to begin was always the toughest part, finding an interesting thought to begin with from which everything else could flow was a challenge, but Théadan felt Navia had already found their opening. He turned the open journal towards  her, and laid the quill on to the page. "I think that is the sentence we start out journal with."