Teeth nipped at Théadan's skin for his teasing, and Navia was soon explaining why this room was small. He hoped she was right, once he was better this temporary accommodation of theirs could hopefully be more comfortable for their needs. At least they were out of the way, far from the ears of others, he could only hope to heal quickly enough to make the most of it. Navia pulled back from all the little kisses and bites she was giving him, to look down and address a question directly. She had been upfront with the Captain about the nature of their relationship from the beginning, that was good to know. Théadan was so tired of living lies, it was good he would not have to hide his feelings for her from the crew. Who he was had gone unspoken though, and that was something Théadan took note of, how much the crew learn about him he might have to be wary of.<br/><br/>Her lips descended upon his once more, their kiss was brief but welcome all the same. The rest of the crew thus far had no problem with their being together, she explained, and Théadan gave a nod, deciding he need not worry about that any further. He could instead focus on his lover resting her cheek comfortably on his shoulder, as she teased him with the idea of not having to share the bed like they did. Navia was being silly of course, but it was always fun to play along with her musings, and he knew well she was grinning to herself.<br/><br/>"Oh I would not for a moment entertain the thought of letting you sleep next to my feet after all this journeying." He replied, knowing that would be a terrible idea, that could end in disaster, "I fear you would not sleep a wink, and I'm not sure your feet would be any better." He chuckled at the implication before moving swiftly on to her second suggestion. "As for being in different rooms, why I need you close by should I need help with something." It was true he did, but at least he could disguise it better with a little humour, "And I suppose the company is nice too." He added as though it was merely an after thought. "Right now though, this day has taken its toll on me. If you don't mind, I'm going to try and take Brydon's advice, and rest." He said softly, closing his eyes, and turning his head slightly so he could feel Navia's forehead against his cheek. With her thigh across his waist, and her hand soothingly rubbing his forearm, it was easy to relax and fall into a slumber.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>The following week had likely been the most relaxing and stress free for Théadan since he had met Navia. They weren't being hunted, they weren't trying to disguise their relationship, they weren't putting others in danger, and their were no divides between them. The sailors were amicable, no one bothered them, and the journey was proving pleasant if a touch dull. For once, the world felt relaxed and calm, at least when the waters weren't rough. Of course the week did not pass without its share of problems, Wyndagar was unhappy on the boat, frustrated both with being confined, and feeling unwell from the constant motions of the sea. He ate and drank what he could, but from time to time, Théadan could hear his feet clop wanting to be free to run through fields once more. He so hoped there would be no delays in their journey so Wyn would not be couped up any longer than necessary.<br/><br/>Théadan wasn't entirely sure if Navia was coping any better, he would wake sometimes to find her missing from the room. He had no real reason to worry, everyone aboard the ship was a friend to her, but he did so hate being stuck in bed and unable to go to her. The healing of his wound could not come soon enough, and it was a struggle to force himself to be patient, to stick to Brydon's recommendation. They would check his wound once a day to see how it faired, and it was gradually improving. By the end of the week, the flesh did not look so reliant on the stitches, but he would not tempt fate by removing them.<br/><br/>Come one morning, on a day when Navia had slipped out of the room early, Théadan decided it was time he tried to stand once more. Sitting up was easy enough, as was swinging his legs over the edge of the bed. But standing was a little more difficult, he had to take a little time to massage life back into them, before they felt strong enough to support his weight. It took some effort, and a stabilising hand against a wall, but Théadan found his feet for the first time in a fortnight, without the help of any other. He breathed a sigh of relief at that victory, before walking a little unsteadily towards the door. He did not have his sea legs yet, but thankfully there was always a hold nearby to keep him balanced.<br/><br/>Leaving the room was easy enough, and out the door he was greeted by Wyndagar. The horse took an immediate notice of his appearance, and turned his head towards him. Théadan smiled at his friend, before closing the distance between them, and running a hand over Wyn's back before finding the flat plane of his face. "How have you been, hmm?" He asked softly, and pressed his forehead to his friend, who let out a small snort of air. "I hear you have been feeling rather poorly of late. The waves not agreeing with you?" He ran a hand through Wyndagar's mane soothingly, he would have to make all this up to him somehow once they arrived in Khlurios. "Stay strong my friend." He whispered softly as he moved on.<br/><br/>He was keen to find Navia, and take his first fresh breath of ocean air on the deck. Towards the stairs he slowly walked, and found one of the Khluri sailors busy making small repairs to the ship, nailing down one of the floorboards. The man's head did not move, but Théadan saw the eyes look to the corner to take a peak at him, while he continued on with his work. "How's our progress? Still on course?" He asked, but the man gave no response. He had hoped he would speak common, but clearly that was not the case, as the man kept his head down. "Have you seen Navia around?" Théadan asked hopeful, and the man looked at him confused. "Navia?" Théadan repeated, hoping his lovers name alone might convey who he was seeking. It seemed to work as the man nodded towards the stairs, and set back to work, leavinf Théadan to find her on his own.