Confusion was apparent on Risho's face while Théadan had tried to explain the situation with Navia, why couldn't at least one of the sailors know a good amount of basic common? It would have made everything so mucn easier, and not opened them up to misunderstandings like this. Théadan could only hope such moments would not be a sign of things to come for him. Thankfully Risho seemed to understand enougn when Théadan finally mimicked what Navia had been through, and the chain of events that led up to her being ill, and that got the desired reaction from the Captain. A man who had sailed the seas as long as he, would quickly recognise the signs of someone being seasick. Risho quite simply stated he would help, and was gone immediately after, leaving Théadan to wonder if he really had understood what Théadan had said, or if he had even said what he meant to say.<br/><br/>Wyndagar nuzzled at his arm, wanting some attention again. With Navia cuddled up to his lap, and the horse laying at his side, Théadan had little choice in the matter. He was quite well trapped between the two for the time being, he let his hand stroke over Wyn's face before rubbing down his neck. "I think he understood, Wyn." Théadan spoke softly, sure his voice would help comfort Wyndagar through the rise and falls of the waves. "Either that or he's gone to gather his men to help throw me overboard..." He joked, though Wyndagar did not seem to find any humour in his remark. Théadan was fairly certain Risho had something in mind that could help, and understood what had happened to Navia, but it was still some time before he returned to them.<br/><br/>The Captain was soaked again head to foot, the man looked as though he had gone for a swim in the ocean with how much he was dripping, clearly he had only taken a step out on the main deck, but Théadan was thankful he and Navia were safely and quietly hidden deep within the ship. Risho raised a glass of brown liquid towards him, and just as Théadan had mimed, so did Risho to indicate Navia needed to drink, and helpfully he held his thumb and finger to offer a measurement of how much was needed. Gratefully, Théadan took the bottle from Risho, and the Captain added something in Khluri. Théadan could only make out it was to do with the ship. As the Captain left, Théadan called out after him. "Thank you Risho,<i>dharnyu</i>." He was sure his pronunciation was off, but hopefully the Captain understood his sentiment.<br/><br/>Théadan set the flask to one side, there was no sense in waking Navia to give her the drink. Waking her may just bring back the sickness, for the time being tiredness had given her a reprieve, and Théadan had no intention of robbing her of that. "<i>Uttarana</i>has hurt<i>javarn...jaevarn...javan?" </i>Théadan mumbled what Risho had said, making sure it stuck in his mind, and wondering what the last Khluri word meant. Was that the name of a crew member? Had someone been hurt by the Uttarana? Was that what the big crash was? But then he spoke about repairs, to the ship? Or did he mean the person needed healing? He would just have to wait to find out, when Navia could translate for them.<br/><br/>The storm continued its assault on the boat, but it was no longer at its most extreme, which was reassuring for Théadan. The rocking waves remained persistent though, and all Théadan could do to pass the time was speak softly to Wyndagar, and run his fingers through his lovers hair while she rested. When he saw the first flickering of Navia's eyelashes, and the opening of her dark eyes, Théadan addressed her, hoping her illness would not immediately hit her. "Navia, feeling a little better I hope." He said, hand still stroking her hair as he looked down upon her. "The Captain has been by and gave me a drink to give you, it will help if you continue to feel ill." He explained, then held up his thumb and finger to show the same measurement Risho had given him, "Just two inches from this flask."