Every step up the gangway was proving to be exhausting, for Théadan it felt like he was walking up a mountain, and was heavily reliant on Brydon to keep him from collapsing right there. Thankfully the captain took notice of his struggles and helped him along, he was moved onboard ahead of Wyndagar, and for the first time in a long time, Théadan stood aboard a boat. He would have taken time to look it up and down from main sail to the deck, but his injuries made him only wish to see a place to rest. Théadan was thankful he would soon be resting in a cabin on a bed again. This had been far more difficult than he thought it would be.<br/><br/>Théadan heard a little bit of commotion from behind, and with Brydon they paused long enough to see what was going on. Wyndagar has been halted, and the captain having finished helping him, was now speaking to Navia. Théadan didn't know exactly what was going on, but a pointed finger at Wyndagar told him it was about the horse. Both he and Brydon waited a moment as Navia asked Silva and Ingrid to remain by Wyndagar before coming over to them. Her hand squeezed on his arm, and he saw the concern in her gaze, but it wasn't for him, not directly anyway.<br/><br/>What Navia told him shocked him, he thought everything had been settled with Wyndagar having a place onboard. "What, why?" He exclaimed, a burst of outrage getting the better of him. He did not feel well, and was struggling to contain his emotions, but he shook his head at his own question. The why wasn't what was important, and all it would give the Captain is belief he could justify it. Bringing Wyndagar was not something to be debated. "He has to come, or I'm not." Théadan said stubbornly, and took a step back towards Wyndagar. "He won't answer to anyone else, he will sooner stand resolutely at the end of this peer waiting for us to return, than allow anyone else to lead him away."<br/><br/>It was a horrible thought, abandoning Wyndagar couldn't happen, he wouldn't be able to live with himself. "He's made this journey with us, done most of the walking for us." He said, and reached out to try and help guide Wyndagar on to the ship, but the stretch made him seize up in pain, and Brydon was quickly having to hold him up to keep him from collapsing on the deck. A sweat covered his skin, as he looked desperately towards his horse, the one constant in his life for near a decade now, ever dependable, never asking anything of him, always loyal, and always devoted to him. "Wyndagar has to come," Théadan reiterated. "He's family."<br/><br/>Brydon was holding him up now, Théadan's legs were dragging, and when Brydon raised a hand from the wound at Théadan's chest, there was blood on his hand. "Damn it Théadan." He said angrily, before lifting him, and casting his gaze towards Navia. "I need to get him down to your cabin, he's exerted himself far too much as it is."<br/><br/>"No." Théadan said weakly, hating how he now sounded like the child begging not to be separated from his friend. "Navia make them understand, please." He pleaded. "We can't leave without him."