The smile that bloomed on Navia's features was every bit as joyful as Théadan could have hoped it to be. He watched as she took it from his fingers and inhaled its fragrance, she told him she loved it, bringing a bright grin to his lips while she placed it in her hair and behind her ear, fingers delicately brushing the petals. It did look very pretty there in her hair, just an added dash of colour to her dark hair and bronze skin. She rose on her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips, seemingly in reward for her own reward. Her eyes searched his as she whispered sweet words to him, asking if she had told him how much she adored him. He was quite certain she had told him a number of times by now, but Théadan never got tired of hearing it from her.<br/><br/>Only a different voice interrupted their little moment before he could reply. Osa was standing beside them and didn't sound too pleased that they had kept her waiting, though her remark was aimed more at Navia who was quick to share the blame with him, pointing out the flower he had just given her as excuse for the interruption. He let out a small amused snort at that, but then found Osa studying him, his gaze briefly switching from her good eye to the clouded one, before a small amount of guilty filled him for having stared at the eye and his attention returned to the good one. She seemed content with Navia's answer however, her gnarled finger raising and curling, gesturing for them to follow, while labelling him that word again. He had no idea of its meaning, and had not thought much of it until Navia asked her not to call him it. Théadan looked at her quizzically wondering what the problem was, when it was explained as being derogatory to Mes'Mo'Tanians. It would be something he would have to take note of in the future then, he was sure other Khluri would use it in a denigrating way unlike Osa.<br/><br/>They entered into what must have been Osa's room, and he had barely set foot inside before she was asking him questions of who he was, though she clearly already knew the answers to them. The last question he felt particularly tempted to both answer and correct, technically he was now second in line for the throne after his brothers death, a thought that had not occurred to him until just then - but more likely his family had already stripped him of any inheritance rights, so he merely nodded at Osa's question. The room was ornate as he had come to expect of Khlruios and for one who was held in high regard, there was an oddly patterned tapestry on one wall that looked much like a flower to Théadan's eyes. He didn't have much of a chance to look at the room beyond that before Osa was instructing them to sit, telling Navia to sit in one place and Théadan another.<br/><br/>Navia briefly tried to interrupt, he knew she was about to say she would sit with him, but Osa proved to have some authority on Navia, or perhaps there was just a lot of respect on Navia's part as the stubborn side of her he was used to seeing stepped aside to the demands Osa was making. Osa even used the threat of him not giving the promised reward to her if she didn't do as she was asked. She must have over heard them speaking of it, Théadan figured, tempted to point out that would be his choice to make, even considered making a joke about Navia probably coaxing the reward out of him anyway, but chose not too. The way Osa spoke it gave the impression she had little time for the games he and Navia would often get themselves into.<br/><br/>Osa took her seat resting her hands out in front of her, palms laid upwards waiting to take hold of his. He briefly stole a curious glance over to Navia while she took her seat and watched them. He gave a small shrug, odd though it was to meet a woman who somehow managed to somehow order Navia into things, there seemed little reason to say anything but just go along with what Osa was asking of him. He still wasn't entirely sure why Osa was so interested in reading his palms, but at least it would be fun to play along. He sat down before her, and placed each hand into her own, feeling the older more weathered hands, before looking towards her, and briefly wiggling his nose again as the sight of the piercing briefly caught his eye. "I thought that would be obvious." He replied to her question. Thinking it should be particularly  clear to someone who had talent for knowing more than they should. "I'm here to be with Navia."<br/><br/>She was probably hoping for more of an answer than just that, so Théadan felt obliged to elaborate a little futher. "There's no place for us in Mes'Mo'Tan, my family certainly would never approve of it, nor ever be welcoming of Navia or her family." Which was being kind considering what they had both gone through, and the circumstances under which they had fled the capital. Mes'Mo'Tan could not be a home for them, but Navia believed in the good nature of her own country, and those she loved, he trusted her judgement, but still could only bring himself to hope the belief she held in her family and country would be proven right. "So we came here together in the hope Khlurios and Navia's family would be more tolerant and welcoming of our decision to be together." Théadan briefly looked Navia's way again, a small smile tugging at his lips before looking back at Osa. "We just want to be together."