She could see the reluctance to return to the bed plain on Théadan’s face and Navia did not blame him one bit. In truth, it was immensely reassuring to see him standing again even if he had to lean against her. So his request that she assist him in dressing so they could go down the stairs together was welcome. Nodding, Navia reached for the shirt without releasing her hold on him, not wanting him to lose his balance and fall back on the bed. She feared him injuring himself while they prepared for and traveled to the ship. Would that put a dent in their plans? Would she feel comfortable having them travel with Théadan hurt again? Navia hoped she wouldn’t have to find out.<br/><br/>“They have a cute house,” Navia explained while carefully letting Théadan go so she could pull his shirt over his head. She stood on her tiptoes as she did so, then went to assist his arms through the sleeves. “I had never been in commoners’ homes before our travels,” Navia admitted as she tied up the neck of his shirt, then reached down for the ones at his wrists, “I like seeing how people choose to decorate. I think Silva has a soft spot for flowers; there are several vases around the house. I imagine in the spring, she has a house in full bloom.”<br/><br/>His cloak came next and as they had thought to put his boots on him before he stood, Navia made sure they were properly tied before smiling up at Théadan, “I think we’re ready to try the stairs.” It was a forced smile for in truth, Navia feared them. One misstep could be disastrous for Théadan. They also had much to carry in the form of their two bags, two swords, and hunting bow. They only needed to get out to Wyndagar though. Then she could go back and retrieve whatever else they needed. After pulling on the cloak given to her by Silva, Navia made sure her hand was firm around Théadan’s waist before she guided his arm to rest around her shoulders, her hand gripping his to gauge his pain if he squeezed her hand by reflex.<br/><br/>Moving out to the stairs was not all that difficult; they just had to move slowly. Luckily it was wider than the last staircase they had dealt with, so Navia was able to stand by Théadan’s side while they took each stair at a snail’s pace. She could see how it hurt him, could tell by the changes in his breathing, how the corners of his eyes would crease more when he stepped down, and she could do nothing but silently try to support him. Théadan was proud, and like her did not like to be incapacitated. She did not want to grate his nerves with platitudes. Navia did lean up and press a kiss to his cheek when they reached the first floor though; he deserved at least that tiny bit of affection for completing the difficult task.<br/><br/>“Silva is usually in the kitchen in the mornings,” Navia explained quietly before pointing toward a doorway just down the hall, “We can go see her and check if Brydon or Ingrid are with her.” She started to guide Théadan toward the kitchen when Ingrid wandered out of it still in her bedclothes. Navia paused at the same time the child did and watched the way Ingrid’s momentarily confused face brightened upon seeing Théadan.<br/><br/>“You got up!” The child cried excitedly before calling out to her mother, “Mommy! Théadan got up!” But the joy of seeing her friend out of bed was soon draining from her face when Ingrid realized both Théadan and Navia wore cloaks and boots. “Are you<i>leaving</i>?” Ingrid screeched incredulously.