Théadan’s first response to her questions seemed to be to provide her with kisses that she was more than happy to receive. They made her smile widen and her body lean against him more, a contented sigh escaping her. His gaze was on the scenery, but his words for her, and she listened intently, liking how he described everything was enjoying about the evening, especially when he brought up how she made it better. Grinning because of it, Navia nodded and had begun to reach so she could guide him down for a kiss when Théadan pointed out some of the sore spots bothering him after walking through the markets.<br/><br/>That grin faltered, replaced by a crease of worry for him forming on her forehead, but Navia allowed Théadan to turn her around to face him as he admitted the massage would help him. Hands sliding around his waist to his back so she could keep close to him while he spoke, Navia nodded her agreement to the plan he proposed between them. There was not much she needed to do to prepare them for the massage, but she was happy to do what she needed while he ensured the fire would keep them warm with the balcony doors open. So he didn’t really need to add a light kiss to convince her, but Navia was pleased with it all the same and rose on her toes to turn it into a more proper kiss, her lips warm and firm against his own. She allowed it to linger briefly before she lowered back down to her normal height and withdrew from his hold until her fingertips of one hand could find his and give them a small tug.<br/><br/>“That sounds good to me,” she agreed, leading them back into their room for the night and releasing Théadan’s hand so he could go tend to the fire. Wanting to see what she had to work with, Navia began in the attached bathroom where a single tub occupied most of the small room. Towels were present though, so she grabbed a couple and used the mirror on the wall to gather up her thick hair. She pulled it into a twist of a bun atop her hair so it would not be in her way, but a few wisps fell to frame her tanned face. Shrugging, Navia gathered up the towels and left to set up the bed how she wanted. Figuring they might not want blankets with oil on them later, she folded them over to one side of the bed so just the bottom sheet was on the other side. Then she laid the towels out over it and pushed the rest of the blankets over a bit more.<br/><br/>All she really needed then was the oil, which Navia retrieved from beside the fire. The glass was hot to the touch, but not hot enough to burn, and she carried it over to the beside table, uncorking it in the process to dip her fingertip in and test the oil. “Perfect,” Navia said to herself with a smile, replacing the cork and turning back to collect the only remaining item she needed, Théadan. Figuring he was likely finished with the fire, she crossed back over to reach for him, a smile tugging at her lips while she reached for both his hands. “You’ll need to take your clothes off,” she explained, walking backwards to the bed and bringing him along with her, “Then you’re going to lie down and I think we should start with you on your stomach. You can use your hands as pillows if you want, but didn’t those Marroan women feel you had a lot of tension in your shoulders?” A glint of humor lit in her eyes when remembering how eager those women had been to get their hands on Théadan. While she waited for him to reply, she stopped them beside the bed and reached out to help him pull his shirt over his head.