Fingers touched, his extended, and Navia was able to happily toy with them while she listened to Théadan explain Ivette’s reaction to the muddy mishap. She did not attempt to hold his hand through it, she was content with just allowing the contact between them and letting her fingers brush and curl against his own. Théadan sounded almost regretful that he had caused such a mess for Ivette and she hoped him disappointing her did not still cause him worries. Luckily he moved on to speak of his training of Wyndagar, which was a subject she was far more interesting in having. They had barely mentioned Ivette since leaving Nygaard and as far as Navia was concerned, that was fine with her. And with Sura’s Necklace stashed in the chest they were sharing at the foot of her bed, there was very little around them that could bring Ivette to mind anyway. Wyndagar, on the other hand, was of such great importance to them both that Navia relished hearing how he had finally trusted Théadan with allowing him to ride him.<br/><br/>She also understood Wyndagar’s ability to judge moods. She had seen it herself and had been impressed by it. He was acutely aware of Théadan’s moods, she could even remember how upset the horse had gotten during one of the few fights and Théadan had kicked a bucket in his frustration. The horse had even been able to gauge her own moods and had been a quiet companion for her in some of her lonelier times during her adventures with him and his master. Théadan’s explanation of how Wyndagar would trust people Théadan trusted but not go far from him made sense as well. The first time she had ridden the horse on her own, they had never been more than a few paces ahead of Théadan. At the time, Navia doubted she could have gotten Wyndagar to go too far from him. But after so much time with him, and after he had allowed her to ride through the woods to try to save Théadan from the Beast, Navia had to wonder if Wyndagar would be as hesitant to leave Théadan’s side.<br/><br/>“Well, now the two of you are the best of friends, and have quite the special bond,” Navia chuckled lightly when Théadan pointed out Wyndagar had likely taken pity on him for being so miserable. “Azva was never difficult to train; he’s a very laidback and easygoing,” Her gaze roamed the ceiling while she thought of her own horse, her mind once more going to the uncertainty that her horse could have been hurt or stolen the night of her capture. Navia could only hope someone had taken him back to Mandira where he could live in their family’s stables, “He can also be very silly. He’s been known to try to steal the reins of other horses from their riders as he walks by. We also had to put a special latch on his door because he figured out how to stick his head out, unlatch the door, and open it right when people were walking by. He never tried to escape, I think he was trying to hit people with the door.” Navia paused to laugh, dark eyes jumping to Théadan’s green ones, “He liked to do it to Devam the most.”<br/><br/>Thinking of her horse and his antics, while fun to share and good memories, brought down her mood a bit and after being so relaxed by her time with Théadan, Navia did not want that ruined. Instead she turned back to all the little dreams and plans they had been weaving together over the last few weeks. “When we reach Mandira, we will have to visit<i>Caltra</i>together,” Navia explained while rolling back onto her side so she could look down at Théadan. As exhausted as she was, the bed was small and made her restless. Elbow resting against the bed, she held her cheek in her hand so she could support herself while looking down at him. “I think I told you once that my father bred Khluri horses and I’d like to take you to his stables,” Navia smiled down at him, thinking of how much she wanted to share that part of her life, “Yousef oversees everything now, but he’ll make it welcome to us.” Her free hand rose to cup his cheek gently, rubbing against the scruff of his beard affectionately. “Are you ready for bed,<i>kamin</i>?” She asked quietly, searching Théadan’s face to see if it was what he wanted before a small smirk crept across her lips and she wiggled her eyebrows at him mockingly, “Or are you ready for a third round?” Except there was absolutely no way she could and she was doubtful he could either; it was just fun to tease.