As she sat on the edge of the bed and listened to Brydon’s reason as to why Théadan was bleeding again, Navia had to frown down at her lover. She was not pleased to hear he was pushing himself too hard and opened her mouth to chastise him for it, but Théadan’s pained  yelp caused her to instead wince and reach out to soothingly push her hand through his thick hair. Brydon kept going, the wound needed to be closed back up, but Navia hated seeing Théadan in pain. Every little jump he did as the needle pierced his skin wrenched at her. Wanting to comfort him while Brydon work, she leaned down to press her dark lips to his forehead. Navia went to rest her temple against Théadan’s while Brydon continued on about what a pain Théadan was, her dark eyes on the guard with a twinge of humor in them. It was amusing after all; she knew she would be just as stubborn if she was as immobile as Théadan had had to be for the last week. She liked to think Risho was right about them.<br/><br/>Luckily Brydon moves efficiently and it was soon over, but he was also thrusting his satchel in her hands and Navia looked down at it with wide eyes. It would be up to her. Théadan’s health and healing were now her total responsibility again. She liked it more when Brydon was in charge of it; he was far more adept at such endeavors. But she did know how to bandage Théadan up and had gotten adept at doing so. Navia nodded, called her thanks as Brydon retreated, and looked back to Théadan with a small smile. “We need to sit you up,” she said unnecessarily as he knew the drill by then and held out her hands to him. Navia helped Théadan up into a sitting position, then pulled out the bandages she needed and sat beside him.<br/><br/>She worked beside him in silence for a few moments, allowing her thoughts to gather while she carefully wrapped the bandages around his torso. “I can’t believe we’re finally doing this,” Navia said quietly, dark eyes jumping between running the bandage across Théadan’s skin and his face, “It’s so hard to believe we’ve made it here.” After every obstacle they’d run into, every heartache, they were going to be able to leave and make certain they could be together without fear of consequences. Not only was it difficult to believe, but it was exciting. Knowing it was likely hard for Théadan with everything he had given up by stepping onto the ship, she wanted him to know how much it meant to her. Once Navia had the bandages tied in place and she smoothed her hands over them to make sure they were tight but not constricting enough to be uncomfortable, those hands lifted up to Théadan’s cheeks.<br/><br/>She cupped them in silence, her near black eyes scanning her lover’s emerald ones until she leaned forward to brush her lips against his own. She had kissed him so many times, it was the most welcoming feeling to her. “Thank you,” Navia whispered, voice thick with the emotion that came with knowing she would finally be going home, “With everything I have, thank you for making this happen. I love you.” She paired her words with a more proper kiss, lips slow against his while she cheered speaking her love of him again. It had been so long since she had and as her tongue prodded his lips so she could enjoy a full taste of him to go with her affections for him, Navia hoped it hadn’t been too long.<br/><br/>A knock on the door came, followed by Silva’s muffled voice that they might need more time. Ingrid’s own voice, far more exasperated than her mother’s and definitely a full on whine, filled their little room. “I don’t want to wait! I don’t want to say goodbye! I want them to come home with us!”<br/><br/>Navia pulled back from Théadan with a grimace, the joy she had been feeling that they would be leaving deflating, and she sighed. She didn’t want to be depressed in front of the child though, and so to cheer herself up, Navia grinned over at Théadan with complete jest in her voice, “How likely is it that I could sneak Ingrid away from her parents and bring her with us?”