It was not comfortable for Théadan to switch from leaning on Navia, to leaning on Brydon. Brydon could support him better with his strength, but it just felt awkward, there had been a constant air of tension around the man despite their conversations. Even so Brydon helped, and Théadan was thankful for it, as he was guided towards the back door. He couldn't glance back towards Navia, but he was glad to hear Navia keep Ingrid with her for the time being, getting on Wyndagar's back was going to be difficult as it was, having the audience of a disappointed child not wanting them to go, was only going to make things harder.<br/><br/>For the first time Théadan was brought out back, where Wyndagar was being kept. He had blankets on his back to keep him warm, and a little food and water to keep him happy. Wyndagar ignored all of it though, the moment he noticed Théadan, the horse trotted over to him, and pressed his face firmly into Théadan's outstretched hand. "It's okay, Wyn." He uttered in a reassuring tone. "I'll be okay."<br/><br/>"You sure you can even make it to the docks?" Brydon asked, watching the exchange between Théadan and Wyndagar. He hadn't seen such a sense of companionship between animal and man before.<br/><br/>"I have to," Théadan replied, not knowing if he really could make it there, but hoping all the same. "I just need a little help."<br/><br/>The back gate swung open then, as Maevar walked through holding a bag of grain clearly meant for Wyndagar. He immediately noticed that Théadan was up, and tried to hide his surprise, though there was no hiding what he was doing. He had also been assisting in looking after Wyndagar, this Navia had not mentioned, and so Théadan wondered if she had even known. "Ingrid would be upset if the horse wasn't properly fed." Maevar said defensively when he noticed Théadan's curious gaze,  as if reading Théadan's thoughts and trying to absolve himself from the idea he might have been assisting him and Navia in anyway.<br/><br/>Brydon gave a shake of his head at his son, before returning his focus to Théadan. "Look, I hope you're not rushing yourself because myself and Maevar have been keen to see the back of you two." He said feeling a little bit of guilt for how unwelcoming they had been. "Ingrid and Silva have taken a real shine to you both, they would happily let you stay longer if you need to."<br/><br/>It was Théadan's turn to shake his head, "We can't. Maevar is right, we are criminals." He said gesturing at the son, who was trying to avoid eye contact and was clearly uncomfortable being around him. Even so he could see the boys ears perk up when he realised he was talking about leaving. "It's time we left and stopped putting you all in harms way."<br/><br/>Brydon gave a reluctant nod, before gesturing to Maevar, "Saddle up the horse for him, will you." He asked of his son, though he didn't move a muscle to help, instead staring at Théadan to be sure he had heard what was happening correctly. "Hurry up now, you and I are finally getting what we wanted." Brydon said, and that did the trick of stirring Maevar into motion.<br/><br/>"This feels a lot more sudden than I thought it would." Came Silva's voice from behind them. Théadan could hear the slight sad tone in her voice. She had quickly become a friend to both him and Navia, she was always so kind and calm and collected, but this had clearly caught her off guard. "You've only just gotten to your feet." She murmured, before touching on her husband's shoulder." Brydon, surely we can help them a little further?"<br/><br/>Maevar had just finished fitting all the gear to Wyndagar when he heard that last comment."Further? We've done plenty for them already."<br/><br/>"And perhaps we should help them one last step?" Brydon replied, choosing to listen to his wife's request, just as Wyndagar kneeled down to let Théadan climb on to his back more easily, even so he still cringed as his leg had to hitch over the back of Wyndagar. Brydon assisted, making sure he didn't loe his balance, and his feet went into the stirrups. Once he had the reins in hand, Wyndagar rose to standing once more, and Théadan had the pleasure of being on the back of his horse once more.