Frustratingly for Théadan, Navia was not immediately forthcoming, the sigh that escaped told how much the Khluri downstairs had bothered her, yet she remained reluctant to inform him of what exactly had been said, still trying to brush it off as something that did not matter. He did not buy it, not in the slightest, he had come to know his lover's body language far too well to believe something like that. Her demeanour was far too downcast, her gaze not finding his as she looked towards the ceiling to seek an answer. She assured him their horses were safe at least, reminding him with a curtness that likely came from her troubled thoughts, that they were in fact sacred to the Khluri, and no harm would be brought to them. Théadan gave a nod to that, satisfied with that answer and allowing any worry he had for the well being of their horses to slip from his mind in favour of their own well being.<br/><br/>He watched as Navia moved to the bed and sat on its edge, before finally revealing some of what was said. His lips formed a line, and his eyes narrowed at the mention of 'traitor.' Théadan knew all too well what it felt like to be named that by his own people, it was difficult to bear, as though it left a blot on the soul. That someone downstairs had named her a traitor for simply turning up with him in tow had Théadan clenching his fists in anger. After everything Navia had been through at the hands of Mes'Mo'Tan, to come out the other side and succeed in returning home, these people should not be naming her such, nor speaking to her with such vulgarity. Navia should be lauded for the courage she had shown time and again on their travels. But none of those downstairs knew what she had been through, none knew what she had endured, they had only seen him, and that had been enough to cast their judgement.<br/><br/>Clearly Navia didn't think much of the man's vulgar way of speaking to her, addressing such nonsense was beneath her, but it still infuriated Théadan that someone would talk to her like that, especially when he was standing right by her side. She pressed on regardless explaining why she wanted to keep a sword by their bed tonight, the man had made a threat towards him. It was fear of losing him that made her want to keep the sword by their bed, and Théadan knew he would react with the same emotions if it was Navia who had been threatened. There was anger welled up in his chest, though he had sworn to himself never to take the life of someone ever again, the warrior instincts did flare, knowing he could deal with that man downstairs without much trouble, it would be the many people outnumbering him that would cause the problem. But he had to let that anger go, regardless of the threat hanging over him, he did not want to be that man, so with a deep breath Théadan exhaled and released his clenched fists.<br/><br/>"I won't be going anywhere." He said with certainty in his voice. He cast his eyes towards the door, the wood was thick and well built enough that people could not get in without creating a lot of noise, or knowing how to pick a lock. "You'll wake up with me by your side as you have every day since we left Nygaard." Their threat towards him wasn't the only troubling thing to have occurred from all of that though. Théadan's brow furrowed with concern as he looked at Navia and grimaced. "I can understand their animosity towards me, that's fine, I've been expecting it even. But for them to direct their hatred on to you..." He shook his head, it was inconceivable to him. Navia was so proud of her country, and her people. Those people downstairs had no idea who they had been talking too, if they knew he had to wonder what their reaction would have been. "If only they knew who you were and what you had been through these passed months."<br/><br/>Théadan crossed the room to take a seat next to Navia on the bed, leaning against her shoulder to shoulder as he let out a tired breath. This was not how he wanted to have their day end, he did not have the energy nor the patience for people misdirecting their anger over what happened towards Navia. This was supposed to be a happy day, they were in Khlurios again, it would be Navia's first night sleeping in her country for months. "We can keep the sword by the bed, but I'm done using them to take lives." He muttered, not fond of them having to do that. "If anything happens it needs to be resolved peacefully, or at the very least without bloodshed." She of course already knew that, and while he might wield the sword to protect them, if anything did happen during the night, he would be counting on Navia to talk them out of trouble. Which brought him to the other thing that troubled him. "Navia, I can't understand Khluri, I'm dependent on you to translate for me what is being said." He spoke softly, wanting to avoid arguments but also wanting to address what he saw as a problem before it happened again. "I know you just want to protect me as much as I want to protect you, but when we meet Khluri who act like this towards us, you do need to tell me, not try to brush it aside."