Théadan’s first words to her were ones that Navia did not want to hear. She did need to apologize and on top of that, she was not pleased to hear Théadan would have still wanted them to come to Mandira even if he had known he would have been thrown into prison. They had discussed it before and he had said virtually the same thing, but Navia was still unhappy to hear it again. At least he knew how much she was fighting for them to be together; the kiss he gave her to show as much cleared away the frustration with his words. They did not need to be causing tension between each other anyway, not when so many were trying to pull them apart. The way he looked at her only affirmed that for her as it was. He always looked at her with so much fondness and pairing it with the assurance no one had hurt him during their time apart, Navia’s despondency over their predicament lessened.<br/><br/>That Théadan wanted to move away from her after they had been apart for a day startled Navia and she watched him with confusion until his arms lifted and she finally noticed the fact his wrists were bound in manacles. “What—they—“ She started to say, but the shock of her family using the manacles on her had her tongue and she looked on as Théadan lowered his arms around her and pulled her in for another hug. It was horrifying to see and to feel the chains against her back, but it was also so comforting to have his arms around her again. Frowning while Théadan spoke, Navia slid her own arms around his back to keep herself close to him in hopes no one would show up to take her away.<br/><br/>It took her a moment to realize Théadan was speaking of her brother, her mind having been stuck on the fact he was chained up because of her. Smiling upon hearing him call Sai his friend, Navia nodded her agreement, “He appears very taken with you, but I haven’t been able to speak with him much about his conversation with you…” Yousef and Kazim seemed bent on making sure that did not happen. That was not important however, not when Théadan was giving a nod toward a journal of his sitting in a bowl. Navia frowned at that, trying to work out how a journal that had been housed in Nygaard would have reached Mandira and into Sainan’s care. Théadan was asking how she was though, and something about the journal was niggling the back of her mind, causing her to at first shrug distractedly before Théadan commented on her appearance.<br/><br/>“Well, that certainly won’t do,” she smiled at him after he stated her earrings would be in his way if he chose to use his teeth on her ears, “You’ll have to learn how to take them off or I’ll find smaller earrings. I had to dress my part though…” Navia shrugged, finding it tedious to be worrying about her appearance when Théadan didn’t even have the luxury of sitting down without getting wet. “I need Kazim to take me seriously and he won’t if I’m not dressed like a Duchess,” she explained before looking up at Théadan with a pouty expression, “As for how I am, I just miss you. And I’m angry and embarrassed my family would do this to someone I love. Yousef and Kazim are trying to keep me from you. I finally managed to sneak down here, so don’t be surprised if one of them figures out where I am and shows up angry.” She just did not care though; they could leave her there with Théadan for all she cared. By his side was where she belonged.<br/><br/>As if to spite them, Navia rose on her toes to catch Théadan’s lips with hers for a kiss she had meant to be brief. The urge to forget the fact he was clapped in chains and in a dungeon urged her to push such a truth from her mind though, and Navia was rapidly pressing forward to deepen the kiss. Her hands tightened on his shirt, her mouth growing more demanding against his, and she started to pull him down to her more before she suddenly pulled back from him with a small gasp. “I remembered!” She laughed, looking up at him with a grin as she stole a brief kiss from his lips, “The day we left Risho’s ship, he agreed to send a letter from me to Captain Culruus. In it, I asked him to try to mail your journals to Sainan so you could have them when we arrived here. I thought it would be less obvious who they were for if they were addressed to Sai. I completely forgot and to be honest, I’m surprised my letter actually made it to Armen and that he could follow through with my request.”<br/><br/>Navia looked over at the journal in the bow briefly before she smiled up at Théadan, “I hope you’re happy to see them. I wanted you to have something from your home other than Wyndagar.” Wanting to take advantage of time they had together and to hopefully make them both feel better about the awful situation they found themselves in yet again, Navia drew Théadan down closer to him, her voice lowering while her lips drew closer to his, “So you like the jewel…but what about the rest of my clothing? This is one of the dresses I had wanted to show you…” It was a pity they were not in a place for them to do anything about whether he liked the dress, but she still wanted to know.