For a while they were both silent, lost in their own thoughts after the story ended. Navia was content to sit there with Théadan; she enjoyed the setting, the company. It allowed her to relax after her story, to listen to the waterfall and the drip of water in the small grotto. She could watch how the waves danced in the limited light, how they would slowly make their way to Théadan before bumping into his chest. He finally spoke however, drawing her attention back to him, and Navia smiled when he shared his thoughts on the story, going so far as to thanking her for sharing it. “Mhmm,” she sighed and was content to continue resting against him, but Théadan began to move, so she sat back from him to give him whatever space he wanted. It seemed he only wanted to turn around to face her, rising to kneel before her, his calloused, scarred hands resting on her thighs.<br/><br/>He dripped water on her a bit, she was mostly dry from the waist up, but Navia did not mind. She was too intently watching as he closed the distance between them for a gentle kiss. It was a sweet moment, there in the quiet of the small cave, as their lips slowly moved together until Théadan withdrew. He did not go far though, and Navia rejoiced it, a small smile forming on her lips as she gazed into the depths of his eyes. He was temptingly close, she wanted nothing more than to move closer to the edge of her seat so their bodies could press and mold around each other, but Théadan had questions to ask regarding the story she had told him. She liked knowing he was invested enough in the story to ask for more information, enjoyed the bit of romance in his questions, and she glanced up at him with a soft smile before watching her hands reach out to gently stroke his chest. She did not move closer, but she could not resist touching all the smooth, wet muscle on display.<br/><br/>“No children between them,” Navia answered quietly with a small shrug, watching her dark fingertips trail through the soft black hairs covering Théadan’s chest, “Of course, the animals they represent are all their children, and thusly are sacred to us. But the only god who has children in their image is Sura, and they are the Khluri.” Her hands went to wander along his waist, not reaching further down and into the water, and Navia ended up unable to resist trying to scoot a bit closer to him. “They both have their own stories though. They all do,” Navia shrugged, hands gently curled around his sides to stroke the warm, wet skin there, “We have books, paintings, sculptures, pottery, any number of ways to show these stories, even jewelry. Sura’s Necklace is a story in itself.”<br/><br/>The closer proximity brought their faces nearer as well, so Navia found it all to easy to let her lips brush against Théadan’s for a skimming kiss. “I could tell you how Marut learned not to make deals with the dying, or about the time Akhevan trusted Hurrat, a man who accidentally created war,” She paused to consider doing just that, but instead she smiled at Théadan earnestly, “But perhaps these stories are best told later. I’m starting to get cold,<i>kamin.</i>” The cave was a bit cooler than the water and Navia was barely half-covered, so she sent her hands from his sides to slowly run along his back, where he was also warm. “So you should probably either help me warm up, or let me off this seat so I can get back in the water,” Navia finished with a smile, allowing her lips to softly press against his again.