Her eyes were studying him as he spoke. Théadan could not know what thoughts were running through Navia's head, but he knew it would have been entirely on the events of today and what may lay ahead for them. They both hoped that would be the worst of what they had to put up with, but they knew better than to believe it would be the case. There would always be challenges in store for them, such was the animosity others would have of their relationship, but it was always going to be worth every challenge they faced. They were long passed the point of ever questioning the strength of their relationship. It had been tested in worse ways and endured far too much to be broken by people not liking them being together, and so Théadan took a small bit of pride in drawing a chuckle from Navia, as he talked about the main positive that came from those fools who had to drive a wedge between them.<br/><br/>Navia laid down beside him, resting her head on his chest as Théadan hoped she would. He liked having them still touching as they drifted to sleep, and now he could just turn his head slightly and breath in her fragrance. Her hand reached for his own while she made herself comfortable, their fingers threading between each other. She apologised to him for all those Khluri who would not welcome his presence, but as far as Théadan was concerned, it was not an apology she needed to make, he had been anticipating such a reaction from the moment he set foot from Nygaard. He still appreciated the gesture however, and the gentle kiss she placed to the back of his hand. The hope that Mandira might be better had Théadan doubtful, he was sure most would know he was Mes'Mo'Tanian from a glance, and some would react as others had today. Théadan instead hoped those who did not immediately judge him for the country he came from, would give him the chance to prove his character.<br/><br/>To keep the mood from slipping no doubt, Navia was suddenly teasing the idea the women of Mandira might be greatly fascinated by him, and even allured by his eyes and pale lips. Théadan chuckled when she added she would have to fend them off and remind him they belong together, but it was the notion he could be tempting to other Khluri women that had Théadan wanting to tease her right back. "Might they now?" He murmured, stroking his chin with his free hand as if giving the idea some meaningful thought. "I may just have to dazzle them with my pretty green eyes and pale lips." He suggested, pouting his lips before her eyes to see how they worked on her. "If I use all my Mes'Mo'Tanian charms, and how exotic I look to Khluri eyes to make you jealous enough, I'm sure I'll be well rewarded with you reminding me how my heart belongs to you alone, and how I won't find another woman so perfectly made for me in both body and mind as you." And there was most certainly no one more perfectly matched for him than her, their entire journey together had already proven it.<br/><br/>Just to keep Navia sweet, and because some small part of him felt a little guilty for even joking about flirting with other women, Théadan pressed a kiss to her forehead. "Whatever lays ahead for us, be it acceptance from your family, or more berating from others, we'll face it all together." He said with absolute certainty. It had always been how their relationship had survived. Everything they had been through, they had done it together, looking out for each other, and always fighting to be together, even to the point of endangering themselves occasionally when they lost all sense of reason in their passion to be together. "No matter what anyone else says, at the end of the day, one of us will drag the other to bed to prove we are meant to be together." It had been the case for them since that first night in the hot spring, and at no point had their lust for each other ever dimmed. They were as passionate today as any other day they had been together, and for that Théadan could only be truly grateful. "I love you."