The sweet blush of Théadan’s cheeks from her teasing him with a particularly sensual memory had drained from Théadan’s face, but he had relaxed when Navia explained what the Khluri sailors were doing to try to figure out Théadan’s lineage. Betting was typical in her mind; it was not unheard of men to strike up wagers for entertainment. She was not surprised Théadan was fine with revealing his identity to the captain though, and briefly Navia wondered just how much money was on the line between the sailors. Risho nodded in response to Théadan, but there was also a small smirk forming on his lips, causing her to also wonder if he had had a hand in a bet as well. He did not say however, and the smirk was rapidly morphing into a frown when he did not comprehend the rest of Théadan’s words.<br/><br/>While Navia translated the common tongue into Khluri for Risho, she patiently reached for the bowl of potatoes so she could pour some over her rice. It had been months since she’d had<i>marsti</i>. After so many meals eating Mes’Mo’Tanian foods, it almost felt strange to have something she’d grown up with at her fingertips again. On a whim, she added some of the carrots from the roast, merging Mes’Mo’Tanian and Khluri, then smiled when she took a bite when the flavors flourished upon her tongue. Risho grinned at Théadan and spoke wryly in Khluri, so she was chuckling as she swallowed the bite.<br/><br/>“He says you’re not their prince, so it doesn’t matter to them,” Navia flashed Théadan an amused grin. She liked that about the crew, she decided. If they knew who he was, they likely knew why she and Théadan were being sought after, so it was nice to know the crew did not hold it against them. What did they care about though, she wondered?<br/><br/>Navia received her answer when Risho eyed them both and then pointed between them with his fork before asking, “<i>Bhavan Rajan cintin tvam sajosas?”</i><br/><br/>“’What will the king think of you together?’” Navia translated for Théadan quickly before frowning slightly and reaching for a piece of bread to tear apart. She did so slowly, trying to decide the best way to answer such a question. Navia knew Kazim would be the most resistant to Théadan's presence, but surely he would be reasonable. He would see all the sacrifices Théadan had made to be with her. She chewed and swallowed a bite of bread before shrugging, “<i>Me</i><i>kulardi navadam bhuyat.”</i>And once she had finished speaking it for Risho, she glanced over at Théadan and explained, “’My cousin will wish me happiness.’” As much as she and Kazim butted heads, she believed that. How could her family want her to be anything less than happy?<br/><br/>Again Risho nodded, again he took a bite of his food, but his dark-eyed gaze was thoughtful while it jumped between his two guests. He seemed placated by Navia’s words, but still leaned forward, his gaze catching Théadan’s before he spoke in his thickly accented deep voice with deep conviction in his tone, “You do not hurt<i>Sitvati.</i>You go to the sea if you do.”