Navia had watched as Brydon brought Théadan over to be with his horse, eyes scrutinizing to see how bad off Théadan was. The dark wet patch on his clothing alarmed her, but she said nothing knowing it more important he reached a safe place to lie down. So instead she turned back to Silva and Ingrid, offering them both a smile and her hand to Ingrid, “Shall we head down to meet up with the men?”<br/><br/>Ingrid was more than happy to descend into the bowels of the pretty Khluri ship and Silva gestured for Navia to lead the way, so she did so after taking hold of Ingrid’s hand. One of the sailors guided them over to the stairwell that would take them down a deck. As soon as they moved down the stairs, Navia was struck by how dark and cavernous the ship was. She had never traveled a long distance in one before and suddenly found herself wondering if she was going to end up dreadfully bored sooner than later. She did not comment on it however, instead choosing to spend time pointing out interesting features to Ingrid such as the large coils of rope stowed in corners and the impressive size of the mast.<br/><br/>By the time they reached the lowest deck, Wyndagar had been led to a portion of the ship that had less crates. His large size made the area seem tiny and Navia frowned while heading toward the two doors on the other side of Wyn. One was open, so she figured that must be the room they had been given, so Navia started to lead the way to it.<br/><br/>“Navia, I think Ingrid and I will check with Wyndagar and make sure he’s comfortable,” Silva announced, the expression on her face grim, “You go ahead and check on Théadan, then we’ll come say goodbye.”<br/><br/>Confusion had been Navia’s first reaction, uncertainty as to why Silva would not want to come into the cabin filling her, but then she understood when Silva gave a small pat to her side. She had seen Théadan’s state as well and Navia could only assume she did not want Ingrid to see. “All right, I’ll let you know when it’s a good time,” Navia answered before smiling down at Ingrid, “I suppose Wyndagar would enjoy one last apple from his best pal. Your mommy could probably get an apple out of the bag on his back if you asked nicely.”<br/><br/>“Oh, oh! Please, Mommy?” Ingrid shifted her attention to her mother immediately and Navia took advantage, simultaneously slipping her hand from Ingrid’s and stepping away. She hurried into the cabin after Théadan and Brydon, pausing to take in what would be Théadan’s and her home for weeks. The room was small, as she had expected it would be. Only about two and a half meters wide, the small bed took up most of the space in the room. It was luckily long enough that Théadan would not have to worry about his feet hanging off, but probably barely wide enough for the both of them if they didn’t cuddle up to each other. A small chest sat beside the bed and a couple shelves had been built into the wall of the boat, but other than that, it was drab and plain. The briefest of passing thoughts had her wondering what comfort they had given up to be closer to Wyndagar, but Navia knew neither she or Théadan would have it any other way.<br/><br/>Once she was done with her brief initial analysis of the cabin, Navia began to pull the two swords from her back so she could set them on top of the chest. “Why is he bleeding again?” Navia asked Brydon before moving to be at Théadan’s side to see what she could do to help.