Her heart sank in her chest as she tapped at the blank space on the map they were occupying. She had been so sure she’d be able to get them home to Mandira, she hadn’t really thought they needed a map all that much, yet there they were. Even with a map in hand, she had led them off course. She didn’t even know how far off they were; they were literally in uncharted territory, leaving it impossible to know how far off they were from the fork in the road they had passed. Navia wasn’t even fully sure how to rectify the situation either. Did they backtrack? Add nearly half a day to their travels? Or was it too late in the day and they should set up camp? Were the horses even up for backtracking so they would be on the right road to Mandira? She had led them right into a tough situation, one that she could not think of an easy answer for.<br/><br/>Théadan knew it too. One glance over the edge of the paper told her he knew she had made a mistake. He was watching her shrewdly, having turned Wyndagar around to face her and Varinata, so her own gaze leapt back down to the map while she tried to think of solutions to her error. Unfortunately she was not well-versed in navigation. She had traveled her country well enough to know names and general locations, but she had never traveled alone. It was unwise for a duchess to do so and even if she did not have a family member with her, she would have had guards or something of the like for a long distance journey. She had never been the person in charge of navigating to the destination. She had just figured it couldn’t have been all that hard; she’d never been lost in the past. That was exactly what they were though, and Théadan was folding part of the map down to point out just that to her.<br/><br/>All he said were facts, yet they made the fact she’d gotten them lost all the harder on her. It wasn’t until he mentioned how far they’d gone that she grimaced at him. Théadan was completely right; they had traveled miles upon miles, through all different types of terrain, and he had never gotten them lost even once. Navia was certain much of their journey to Ozmorr was parts of Mes’Mo’Tan Théadan was not specifically acquainted with, making the fact she had traveled these roads before and gotten them lost sting a bit more. There was no point in letting it hurt her feelings though; it would do them no good if she got touchy over it to let her pride flare and they end up in an argument. It was tempting; she wanted to defend herself greatly, but Navia stifled it as best she could in favor of trying to figure out what to do. It didn't mean she couldn't try to twist the truth a little or make light of it to try to keep them from becoming frustrated with the problem.<br/><br/>The map was pulled closer to her chest, the top of it covering her face up to her eyes. For a long beat, the dark orbs merely rested on Théadan before she shrugged. “We’re not<i>lost</i>,” she decided to say, eyes shifting to take in their surroundings before she added, “We’re temporarily displaced from the path we should be on.” Then Navia laid the map out in front of her, taking advantage of Varinata being still for the time being, a smirk hinting on her dark lips over her little joke. “I would have figured it out sooner if you’d hadn’t taken your shirt off and distracted me, by the way,” she added, looking down at the map to weigh her options. “Come help me…please?” Navia glanced up, placing a fingertip on where she thought they might be on the map, “We could backtrack all the way to that fork in the road and go right like we were supposed to…or we could cut through all this jungle until we find the road…” She dragged a finger across the map until it rested on the line they were supposed to be following, then looked up at Théadan, “What do you think is best?”