Navia liked the idea of having Ingrid with them, of how Théadan knew he wouldn’t have any peace and that it would extend to Wyndagar. She knew how true it was and it drew a chuckle out of her while she glanced over at the door Ingrid had been hollering behind. “Hopefully we can do it quickly,” Navia reached for the pile of shirts Brydon had tossed onto the foot of the bed and extracted the simple white one Théadan had been wearing under his other attire, “I think that would be easiest on Ingrid and this room is rather small. The captain said this was a crewmen’s room, so he’s probably excited he’s in a guest room now.”<br/><br/>Once she carefully maneuvered a way for Théadan to put his shirt on without raising his arms very high and had it all tied in place, Navia smoothed the shirt across Théadan’s chest with an approving nod. “Okay, Ingrid,” Navia called to the child waiting impatiently on the other side, “You can come in.”<br/><br/>The door opened, Ingrid  scurried in, and she took a flying leap to be in Navia’s arms, causing her to scramble to catch the child and hope she didn’t jostle Théadan on the bed too much. “You don’t have to go,” Ingrid pleaded while situating herself on Navia’s lap and looking up at her with the pleadingest blue eyes she could muster, “You can stay here and stay with us!”<br/><br/>“I’m sorry, Ingrid, but we can’t,” Navia sighed, shaking her head while trying to soothe how stressed the child was by running her fingers through the riotous red hair that surrounded Ingrid, “It’s not safe for us here or with you. If anything happened to you because of us, Théadan and I would never be able to forgive ourselves.”<br/><br/>It wasn’t the answer Ingrid wanted, so she narrowed her eyes at Navia briefly before freeing herself from Navia’s hold. Taking advantage of the fact Navia had helped her up onto the bed, Ingrid climbed over to take over Théadan’s lap instead. She gazed up at him just as pathetically, blue eyes wide and pouty, her bottom lip quivering. It was clear the girl was nearing a meltdown as the loss of her new friends grew nearer. “Stay here with us and don’t go!”<br/><br/>Hating to see Ingrid so upset and wanting to spend at least a little more time with Silva, Navia rose from the bed as Ingrid’s parents joined them in the small room. Smile sad and eyes even sadder, Navia stepped forward as Silva opened her arms up for a hug. “I fear we’ll be making the rest of your day miserable with how upset Ingrid is acting,” Navia pointed out, hugging her friend tightly and meeting Brydon’s gaze as she did so. He nodded slightly in agreement, but Silva only gave Navia a tighter squeeze.<br/><br/>“She will be upset, but so will we so we will get through it as a family,” Silva answered quietly before withdrawing from Navia and addressing her daughter, “Off the bed with you, Ingrid. I’d like to say goodbye to Théadan too.”<br/><br/>It triggered Ingrid into a tantrum her parents likely knew was coming. She clung to Théadan, little arms wrapping tightly around his neck, and she hollered out, “No! I’m not leaving unless they do! I’m not going!”