Navia was content to follow Théadan’s suggestion they head up some stairs and toward an overlook of the ocean below. After they closed in on the top and were able to see the ships and blue sea below, Navia had been about to agree to Théadan’s comment on using her fictional future sheep’s wool for clothing when a woman appeared at Théadan’s other side. Navia watched in stunned silence as the strangely dressed woman surveyed Théadan’s hand a completely foreign accent. Her clothing was beautiful, but Navia found the woman’s choice in makeup to be unsettling. She reminded her far too much of a doll. Confusion and discomfort twisting her relaxed, happy mood, Navia was about to suggest they move on and away from the strange woman when another came forward.<br/><br/>Before Navia fully understood what was happening, A hand was pushed between hers and Théadan’s, ruining the hold they had on each other at the same time another oddly dressed woman was inserting herself between Théadan and Navia. Scowl forming on her lips, Navia was shocked long enough to watch the two women inspecting Théadan’s hands and speaking of tension in warriors. The women were then carting him off and the worried expression on Théadan’s face had Navia smirking before she could help herself. She had no idea what the women intended to do to him, but Navia could not imagine two women in wooden shoes and delicate makeup could do Théadan much harm.<br/><br/>At first Navia did nothing to help him, but follow along with an amused grin. Curiosity had her wanting to see what the women planned on doing to help her warrior prince relax. That didn’t mean she wasn’t leery of the women; no, she definitely did not trust them. She could actually think of a time Théadan had used his own methods of relaxation on her and where they had led them, so if the women had any plans remotely close to that, Navia was ready to protest them. It wasn’t until Théadan called out to her again and Navia stepped to the side some to see why that she realized she really would need to step in to protect him. A man lay with dozens of tiny needles sticking into his skin, receiving what one of the women termed ‘acupuncture.’ It looked like torture in Navia’s mind and she did not understand how the man could so calmly be lying with that many needles piercing him.<br/><br/>Navia knew right away Théadan definitely could not suffer a similar fate. The dawdling pace she had set to watch how Théadan would deal with two women so assertively taking him captive shifted into one of haste. “Ladies, ladies,” Navia rushed to say, not wanting to anger the women. They had a firm enough hold on Théadan to influence where he walked after all. “Please, this warrior is tense, yes, but not for the warring reasons you might think.” She didn't actually know if Théadan should be considered tense like the women said, but she figured at least agreeing with them on one thing might sway them into being more open to Navia ruining whatever plans they had. From what she figured, they planned on performing whatever acupuncture was on him, then likely insisting he pay for their services. She doubted Théadan really wanted either of those to happen.<br/><br/>While she spoke, Navia forced one of the women’s holds free of Théadan with a push of her hand and as she went to do the same with his other arm, she angled to try to separate the one woman from standing so close to Théadan. She was confident in their relationship, and completely trusted him, but she still did not like the way the women stood so near him. Once she had a hold on Théadan once more, she both gave his hand a squeeze to reassure him and a tug to try to pull him away. She kept up the friendly voice, but her expression became more humorous while she faced the oddly dressed Marroan women with a knowing look, “No, this tension has been building for weeks and is for reasons only I can help my lover with, not you or your fine needles. He'll just have to rely on me to 'relax' him.” It was a bit too much information to give in her mind, and a little at Théadan’s expense, but she hoped it was reason enough for the women to no have desire to stick him with needles.