Navia had seen to relieving the horses of the saddles and gear that weighed them down, and no doubt they were all the more thankful for having it set aside while they rested. Théadan planned on seeing they had their meal, but Navia came first and she had set out their bedrolls out for them already, along with the saddles to act as back rests. The scene looked a lot more comfortable than they had traveled on their trip from Mes'Mo'Tan, even if they had not been in such a rush to flee Nygaard, Théadan did not think he would have packed bedding for them quite as nice as what they now had. The Mes'Mo'Tanian way was always about practicality, what they had here looked far too comfortable to simply be for practicality sake.<br/><br/>The flask Théadan had offered Navia was eventually taken, though there was a brief moment of confusion in her eyes until she took a sniff of the drink and realised what it was. She thanked him for it, but insisted he would not have to make it for her every day, as she took her sip and offered a small smile. It must have tasted good to her at least, he could be thankful he had not messed it up in any manner. As much Navia was insistent she could make her own tea, Théadan couldn't help but think of all that she had learned in her time with him, and was very tempted to poke fun at her and suggest it might prove to be another thing she would have to learn first. But her offered thanks, and small compliment kept him from doing just that, instead he gave her a nod. "I know, but she gave it to me for a reason. Perhaps she foresaw you might misplace it." Though it was probably just for the reminder, even so any time Navia forgot about it, he planned on being there to make sure she drank it.<br/><br/>A small kiss was briefly pressed to Théadan's cheek, before Navia was leaning back against the saddle, and kicking off her shoes. The question of food had him nodding, and remembering he needed to take care of the horses before he too could rest. It just required getting a satchel of the grain they had for the horses, and opening it up for them to munch on at their leisure, it did not take him too long at all to have the food sorted before he was able to return to Navia's side and see what food had been packed for them. Once by her side she suggested they put the news about the baby into their journal, and added she would like him to be the one to write the entry. He had nothing against the thought, and there could not be more important news or a bigger moment in their lives that required being placed into their journal. But then he did want to tease Navia, just a little.<br/><br/>"Hmm, I don't know." Théadan muttered as though she was asking a lot of him. He reached over into the parcel of food and plucked up one of the skewers so could bite into some of the beef and tug it off the end. "Me writing in the journal was part of your side of the wager, I'm not sure you've earned it after losing the race, and annoying me with the lead, and leading us the down the wrong path for half a day." He couldn't contain the chuckle at the list of grievances he pretended to have with her. He couldn't keep up the charade though, Théadan was actually looking forward to writing in the journal again, it had been some time since his last entry, and it would be his first into their shared journal. If anything it would be a privilege to be the one to make the first entry about their child. "Honestly I considered writing it yesterday, it was part of the reason why I wanted to take things easy and have a nice relaxing evening with you as part of your reward for speaking nicely of me all evening." Théadan explained before looking at her with a guilty grin as he reached over to take a couple of the vegetables and pop them into his mouth with a satisfying crunch. "But well...things kinda gotta away from me once we got back to our room."