Théadan sounded just as sleepy as she, leading her to hope he might suggest they ignore all the pounding and demands they leave. It would be better to remain snuggled up in bed, wouldn’t it? The door was locked after all; no one could get in  since Théadan had left the key in the lock. Briefly Navia wondered if the innkeeper had tried to open their door, but it really didn’t matter to her. What mattered was how warm Théadan was, how inviting, how perfect to sleep on and beside. Yet he betrayed her by suggested they should go, causing another groan to leave Navia as she shook her head and burrowed down into the crook of his neck more, hoping to find solace and remain resting.<br/><br/>She had no such luck and Théadan was even rolling to face her, forcing her to leave the comfort and solitude she had found hiding her face away in the crook of his neck. She blinked up at him sleepily, smiling at the way he thoughtfully brushed her sleep-mussed hair back from her eyes. He was sweet and quiet and even though he spoke of how people hated them so much they, were demanding they leave an entire time, Navia could feel her heart tug with affection for him. She didn’t want to go at all even though he pointed out there were other towns they could visit that would be more welcoming to them, but that was for purely selfish reasons. She was comfortable in bed and did not want to get up for any reason.<br/><br/>Another knock came to the door however, causing Navia to growl her frustration, her attention leaving Théadan to cast a glare in the direction of the closed door. “<i>Te budhyati!</i>” She called out for the innkeeper to hear, figuring he’d go away if she told him they understood they needed to go. Rolling her eyes, she looked back to Théadan, her expression softening when it landed on him. With a small smile, she pushed a hand up between them to gently cup his cheek, the scruff of his beard brushing on her palm, and guided him closer. After a tilt of her head, Navia kissed him deeply, slowly, wanting Théadan to focus on something else than the harsh way they’d been woken. “Good morning,” she breathed softly when their lips parted and she affectionately bumped her nose up against his own.<br/><br/>Navia moved to sit up afterward, knowing they were prone to losing control of their passions if they spent too much time lounging in bed together. There was not much for them to pack, they really only needed to change clothes before they left the room to see what kind of troubles were awaiting them, and so Navia went to do just that. The sack of their purchases from the night before still sat on the floor across the room where she’d thrown it, so she crossed to it and removed the dress she’d bought before tossing the bag on the bed for Théadan to retrieve his new clothing. It was a brighter dress than what she’d been wearing, a cheerful yellow, but still plainer and simpler than what she normally wore. She liked it though, enjoying the fitted bodice and flowy skirt with a gold trim at the bottom, the simply tie bow at the center of the sloping V-neckline. The sleeves were short and the fabric airy, which would be perfect for the final couple days of trekking through Khluri forestry.<br/><br/>“So I think we should just get the horses and leave,” Navia suggested once she’d finished changing and began gathering her bags to carry down from the room. She looked Théadan’s way while she situated Devam’s sword on her back. “We can get some breakfast in the next town over or something,” she paused to frown at the reason why, adjusting the straps of the sword’s scabbard while she waited by the door for him to be ready, “That way we can avoid any other conflicts and just be done with this awful town.”