A maniacal little laugh left Navia upon hearing Théadan ask if he was destined to have things thrown at him for the rest of his life, the aggrieved sound in his voice particularly amusing to her. She considered throwing another leaf at him to show him that the answer was a hearty yes, but he was moving on to question why she wanted more clothing. She wanted to point out that she was definitely blaming him for the clothes, but it was purely for selfish reasons not that he’d done anything wrong, but he was pointed out she hadn’t had the clothes long. Frowning at that, Navia looked down at the outfit she wore to survey it.<br/><br/>He was right she hadn’t had them very long, probably right around a week, but her life in Khlurios had blessed her to not have to normally do so. She had been able to vary her clothing enough that she could go weeks without wearing the same thing twice. But the leggings were thicker than what she was used to wearing in Khlurios, it was rare for noblewomen to wear them, and the top ripped in a couple spots from when they’d been following the narrower, less traveled trail. Navia opened her mouth to answer Théadan, figuring he truly wanted to know, but it was at that moment he chose to throw crumpled leaves of his own into her face. “Pfft!” Navia spat when one of them managed to hit her nose, then fall into her mouth. Dropping Vari’s reins into her lap, Navia sputtered as she freed herself of the leaves tossed at her.<br/><br/>She narrowed her eyes at Théadan while she sat up, primly settling her loose hair around her shoulders again and smoothing a hand across the front of her shirt to smooth it into place. “Of course I wear clothes more than once,” she answered drolly, “But not so many times in a row, and especially not if there’s someone around whose eye I’d like to catch.” She took a moment to wink at Théadan before sighing and picking Vari’s reins up again, eyes drifting out to the road laid out in front of them, the jungle lush and green on either side, “I know we pretty much wore the same clothes from the time we left Nygaard until we reached here, but now that we’re in Khlurios, I want to have options again. The closer we get to Mandira, the more anxious I am to have the variety I was used to before. Plus I figured you might enjoy helping me pick them out or me showing them off for you in private.”<br/><br/>Pointing out how limited they’d been in clothes since leaving Nygaard had Navia realizing how particularly limited Théadan was. He had not gotten new clothes and still wore the thicker fabrics his country needed. “I’ve changed my mind!” She decided nearly as quickly as she had brought up wanting new clothes, “You need new clothes more than I do. I know the heat makes you uncomfortable, so let’s look for clothes in Puri that you’ll be comfortable wearing. I suppose it’ll be like I’m getting new clothes too, since I like wearing your shirts to bed.” She flashed Théadan a bright smile, having found a way to still get what she wanted.<br/><br/>While they spoke, their horses brought them closer to a cart filled with various vegetables in baskets with a father and son duo steering a pair of donkeys. As they had needed to do more consistently the closer they got to the town, Navia guided Vari into walking more closely to Wyndagar so they could pass the farmers without getting in their way. It was normally done with a polite smile and nod to whoever they were passing, but when Navia went to do that, the younger of the two men was paying her no attention, his dark eyes pinned on Théadan with a scowl deep-set on his face. Eyebrows coming together as a frown started to tug on Navia’s lips, she regarded the man only until they fully passed, then chose to return her attention to Théadan. “Then<i>you </i>can be the one to try the new outfits on so I can see which I like most,” she finished to put the man’s reaction to her lover out of her mind, a smug grin on her face.