There was worry in Théadan’s response and Navia realized she probably should have known he would have taken her teasing question seriously. Théadan was so caring and protective, he was always going to have her safety in mind. She even felt his hand tighten on hers while he outlined what he would do to help her should she fall overboard, but Navia was not concerned she might. She usually had good balance and the beam was wide enough that she could place her feet side by side. All she’d really wanted to do was tease him a little. She hadn’t really considered what it might feel for him to have her fall into the sea when he couldn’t swim. It would be disastrous for them, but Navia knew there was little chance of it actually happening.<br/><br/>Théadan changed the subject though, instead pointing out how her mood had improved since the evening before. She was not sickly or tearful, nor was she willing to be confined to her bed like she had been after the ocean had finally calmed and they were able to return to bed. It was a pretty day, one prime for adventure and spending to with Théadan with its bright blue hue and cheerfully fluffy clouds. Navia nodded at first while continuing to walk along and holding his hand to help her balance, then grinned over at him upon his mention of their exploration opportunity coming up soon. “I feel much happier,” she admitted, “Risho told me that disgusting tea is some family secret of his, but whatever was in it works. I haven’t felt nauseated at all today.” After weeks of it happening at random, she was nearly ecstatic to not feel it at all.<br/><br/>And perhaps she was also excited they had an opportunity to get off the ship for a while. She knew it was necessary for them to return to Khlurios, and the ship was nice enough and its crew even more so, but Navia had grown weary of all the nausea the ship caused her. The food was also beginning to lose its variety as the ship’s cook ran out of options for meals, so she was hoping Risho would also think to replenish the food while they were docked. Not only that, Théadan seemed nearly back to normal. She’d finally been able to remove the stitches without causing him any pain a couple days earlier and she could tell he was moving around far better. Surely that meant his own attitude was brightening, not that he hadn't been acting admirably before with such a wound. Everything seemed to be falling into place again and Navia’s mood reflected it.<br/><br/>“And I am excited to get off the ship. I’m also curious to see what Terlingua is like,” Navia agreed as they reached the netted ropes that ran from the main deck of the ship up to nearly the highest point on the main mast. While it was normally used by sailors to efficiently reach the high points of the ship, Navia used it for support while she brought herself down to sit on the beam instead of stand on it. She looped and arm through the ratline to ensure a hold on something should she lose her balance, then grinned over at Théadan while she gave his hand a tug and invited him to come closer. The deck was quiet after all; no one was around to pay them any mind. She was nearly a head taller than him sitting that way, her gaze merry as her knees parted so he could stand between them as her feet dangled. “I think we should use the time to celebrate,” she told him, her attention shifting to study his expression and see what he would think of her suggestion, “We're both feeling good and we're well on our way to Khlurios; I think that's more than enough to celebrate. Maybe we’ll get to try new food neither of us has ever had…or maybe there will be a market and we can find new books for us to read. I also wouldn’t mind spending the night in a bed the two of us actually fit in if we can find a tavern.”