How happy Wyndagar must have been to have Théadan with him again, Navia mused when she saw him sat upon his horse. It was good to see him doing something he loved, but she still worried Théadan was not yet ready to travel. They both knew they needed to go however, and Navia could only hope that once they were upon the ship, he would have a quiet space again that would allow him to recuperate. With Wyndagar saddled up, Navia knew they needed to next gather up the remainder of their supplies. “I need to go get the food we set aside for Wyndagar, Ingrid,” she explained and went to set Ingrid down beside her father so she could go retrieve the grains, apples, and small bale of hay.<br/><br/>“No! No, don’t go yet!” Ingrid clung to her neck, causing Navia’s eyes to widen while she tried to pry Ingrid’s clutching hands from her. Guilt surfaced again, causing Navia to grimace. She hated how panicked Ingrid sounded, how tightly she clutched at her, and they weren’t even leaving yet. How was Ingrid going to react once they actually left? After they were gone? Luckily Brydon turned and scooped up his daughter, freeing Navia to prepare for their departure, “They’re not leaving us yet. We’re going to walk down to the ship with them, sweetness.”<br/><br/>Navia sent Théadan a swift look that spoke of her guilt that the child was so upset with their leaving, but Silva wordlessly stepped past her to return to the house before she could do much else. “Silva, wait, I have something—“ Navia started after her, wanting to give Silva the money she had traded her emerald for so Ragná and Ivarn had a start on the funds they likely needed to rebuild their homes.<br/><br/>“Give me just a moment, Navia,” the other woman answered, patting her arm before continuing on into the house. Unable to judge her emotions, figuring Silva had just forgotten something in the house she wanted with her while they walked down to the docks, Navia watched Silva go before shrugging and moving to retrieve Wyndagar’s supplies. She had stored it high on one of the shelves just outside the house, so she took a minute to pull it down before she could tie the bags to Wyn’s saddle. The bags she had set down by the back steps leading up to the kitchen needed to be added as well, so Navia grabbed those up as well. Briefly she wondered if the ship’s captain would be upset with the amount of supplies they were bringing onto the ship, but they were to be traveling for so long, Navia figured it had to be understandable.<br/><br/>As Navia finished, Silva was stepping back out of the house with a wrapped up bundle of burlap and coats for her family. “I had wanted to send you and Théadan off with a couple meals to have on the ship,” Silva explained while handing over the bundle, “But I thought you would be staying longer, so this will have to do.”<br/><br/>“Thank you,” Navia sent the other woman a grateful smile before turning to add the gift to one of the emptier bags so it would not be crushed. When she faced Silva again, she pulled the small bag from her pocket and held it out to her, “I know this could never be enough to replace your parents’ home or their belongings, but will you please give this to them from us? They showed us so much kindness when we had begun to think no one in Mes’Mo’Tan would accept us and opened up their home to us. I can’t tell you how awful we feel that the Beast caused them to suffer because of us. I can only hope this will help ease Ivarn and Ragná’s suffering while they rebuild.”<br/><br/>Silva took a peek into the bag, saw the gold and silver coins, and looked back up with surprise written on her face. If Navia had been trying to pay her and Brydon for their stay, she never would have accepted the money. But for her parents, she would and did not want to turn down the kindness when it was clear Navia meant every word she said. “I will make sure they receive it,” she said before pulling her friend into a tight hug, “Now, you and Théadan have a ship to catch. We’d be happy to walk down to it with you.”