Every day was a little easier for Théadan, he could take longer walks around the ship, be a little more flexible in his movements. He didn't have to reach and hold on to something for support. He could feel his strength returning, and with it a desire to not spend so much time in bed. Navia thankfully had been exploring ways to keep them entertained, showing him more of the ship and what she had discovered when she had ventured off on her own to explore. Keeping Wyndagar company was also a must, the horse had not been happy on the voyage, he was restless and not eating as well as he should have been. It troubled Théadan, he did not like seeing his friend unhappy, but for the time being this was necessary, so he and Navia had to find ways to make the journey easier on Wyn.<br/><br/>In the evening when they were relaxing in their cabin together, Navia busy with her sketches as had become her norm, and Théadan reading one of the few books they had to keep themselves entertained, did a knock come from their door. A brief exchange of Khluri followed between Navia, and a voice Théadan could tell was the Captain's, Navia was soon relaying the message that they were to expect a storm. Théadan had noticed the ship was moving a little more than usual, but a sudden lurch in the boat coupled with some of their things falling from a shelf, proved it was only going to get worse. Navia made herself comfortable where she sat, hoping they could just sleep through it, while Théadan picked up the fallen items and stowed them in their chest to keep them safe.<br/><br/>The way the ship moved was feeling increasingly strong, Théadan had only just sat back down at the opposite end of the bed from Navia, when he heard her take a deep breath, felt her squirm and fidget on the bed, and then suddenly she was casting her book aside and leaping from the bed. It was swift, sudden, and was definitely not the calm action that Navia was trying so hard to make it out to be. He had seen and heard Navia act that way once before, when she was trying to hide being ill and it refuses to wait for her to get somewhere out of sight. Théadan's eyes followed her to the door, as she quickly opened and scurried on outside, the familiar sound of Navia emptying her stomach came from beyond, and Théadan was left to shake his head and follow.<br/><br/>He picked up the waterskin they had with them, knowing Navia would need it, and stepped outside the room to find Navia kneeling on the floor with her head over a bucket. Wyndagar too was giving her a look to make sure she was okay, but judging by his own unsteady legs, the rough waters were not being any kinder on him. Théadan kneeled down beside Navia, and gently rubbed a hand up and down her back before offering the waterskin to her. "What a pair we make." He muttered with a sigh, "If I'm not getting myself hurt doing something stupid, you have something upsetting your stomach, and trying your hardest to hide it from me." He shook his head at how silly they both could be when wanting to ignore problems. "Must be the rough waves..."<br/><br/>Carefully Théadan took Navia's hair and drew it back out of the way for her. She had spent so long looking after him, even before they got on the ship, if she was feeling unwell, it was only right that it was his turn to look after her. "We're both stubborn as anything," He said with amusement as the ship lurched and the sound of thunder echoed as the ship rocked with the ever increasing strength of the waves. "I haven't wanted to accept the limitations my injuries caused me, and you try to act as though nothing is wrong, even as you try to rush on out the door." Oh but he wouldn't change it, that was part of Navia's strength, she liked to be strong and independent, wanting assistance from him on her own terms. When it was forced and out of her control, it was so much more difficult to accept, and he was no different.