Navia was of course happy to agree to his request, and the thought of it would give Théadan something nice to look forward too, and imagine while he was stuck in this cell for the time being. She extended on the offer further though, suggesting she would do whatever he asked of her, which certainly promoted some possibilities, and gave him something to think about to make sure he made the most of it. They drew close again, he lips seeking to merge once more, only to be interrupted by the sounds of a door slamming with the tell tale sound of someone who was angry. Navia's muttered her frustration that they were likely about to be interrupted, and their time together coming to an end for the time being. At least she had seen for herself how he was, and hopefully that would give her some relief from her worries, and renewed strength to keep on her relentless pursuit to seek his release.<br/><br/>The door to the cell swung open to reveal her brother Yousef, he was dressed extravagantly in Théadan's eyes, but it was becoming ever increasingly clear this was the norm within the palace. If he was released from the cell, would he have to follow suit? Would that help in his efforts to show he was not like the rest of his family, that he genuinely did want to respect Khluri culture and help heal the wounds he and his people caused? They were questions that could be answered later, right now he could see Yousef had no interest in speaking to him, practically refusing to even look at him, keeping his eyes trained only on his sister, frustrated by her having finally found her way into his arms. Théadan had been left frustrated by Navia in the past, and might have sympathised with Yousef on that account, but he couldn't help but enjoy the fact this was because she had wanted to see and talk to him.<br/><br/>Yousef complained, and Navia countered with her own argument for remaining. Despite the situation it was clear they were siblings, what authority Yousef had in his position held little if any sway over Navia, and clearly he knew he could not use it to dissuade, instead having to resort to the threat of calling in the guards, and pointing out who they were more likely to rough up between the pair of them. Théadan cringed a little at that, he did not like how he was used against Navia there to make her comply. But she did have to accept she could not stay any longer, telling her brother to turn around so they could say good bye for the time being.<br/><br/>Her dark eyes were looking at him once more, and after brief glance Yousef's way to see him turn his back on them both, Théadan was staring down at her again as she whispered an apology to him. He knew how much she didn't want to leave him down there, and knew she would not stop fighting for his freedom until they unlocked his cell door, but it was still good to hear it from her lips. Navia pulled him into a kiss, deep and satisfying, the chains at his hands jingled as he briefly tightened his hold on her and savoured her lips. Then their lips parted and she was stepping back, whispering her love for him. He raised his arms above her head, releasing her from his hold and carefully guiding his hands back between them, taking a moment to wipe away some of the tears that had formed at her eyes. "I'd expect nothing less of you." He said softly, knowing how she meant every word of what she had said, before adding. "I love you too." And pressing another quicker kiss to her lips. "I<i>will</i>see you soon."<br/><br/>Before Navia departed however, Théadan picked up his journal from the bowl, fearing it may get damaged if it remained in this cell with him. "Keep this safe for me." He asked, handing it to her, and then looking the way of Yousef who remained with his back to them both. Her brother had refused to acknowledge his existence, maybe out of loyalty to his country, or orders from his King. Théadan couldn't be certain of the reason for sure, but he was Navia's brother, and that meant he automatically wanted to get along with him, knowing how important family was to Navia. First he needed to at the very least look at him, but all Yousef had done when Navia told him to turn around so she could say goodbye was roll his eyes at them. It was a clear indication of just what Yousef thought about their relationship. "Yousef." Théadan said, trying to be careful with how he spoke to him. "I'll be waiting should you decide it wise and worth your while to come speak to me." The offer and suggestion was there in the open, and while Yousef may have been intent on ignoring him, in the same room he could not keep himself from hearing him.