Once Théadan came close enough at her request, Navia turned the map better so he would be able to look at it with her without viewing it upside down. He mulled over the options they had and she could practically see the wheels turning in his mind while he regarded what course they could take to rectify her blunder. There were downsides to both plans, but Navia could not fathom a third option that would be better than what she had suggested. Finally Théadan spoke what she had been thinking about the two plans. Going back the way they came was easier, but would add a greater amount of time to their travels. Cutting through the dense jungle risked getting lost, having to cut through sections, and possibly even reaching areas the horses could not travel through. It had the potential of being faster, but Navia wasn’t convinced the faster time was worth the risks.<br/><br/>A roll of her eyes was the answer to Théadan’s little jab at her for being the one who was supposed to know how jungles behaved. He wanted her to make the choice though, and Navia looked back down at the map with a small frown, tapping her fingertips upon it while she debated the two options. Slow and safe or fast and risky? Her gaze wandered over to peruse the tree line not more than a few feet from them. There was an entirely different world even from where they stood to just beyond those trees. More vines and branches and leaves. More animals. “Cutting through the jungle could be more dangerous for the horses,” Navia finally agreed after a moment of contemplation, focus remaining on the trees, “There might be parts where they might not even be able to walk through. I know the forest floor can become thick and difficult to maneuver.”<br/><br/>Then it seemed their horses’ safety and well-being made the decision for them, which was fine with Navia. The horses deserved the safety, deserved to have masters that kep their well-being in mind while making plans. With that decision made up in her mind, Navia folded the map back up and pocketed it in one of her saddle’s side bags. There was no sense in keeping it out; they would not have anything to do for the next few hours but walk back to the Y in the road so they could turn in the correct direction. Sighing, Navia guided Varinata to step away from Théadan and Wyndagar so the pair of them could turn around on the narrow trail and force the new direction they needed to travel in. “I don’t want to risk the horses getting hurt because I made a mistake,” Navia announced, looking down the road at all the land they would need to cover in order to get back to the spot where she had made her mistake.<br/><br/>Sighing heavily, not looking forward to having to go back through terrain they had already passed, she gave Vari’s sides a gentle kick to show the horse it was time to move forward. “It could also end up taking a lot of extra time to go through the jungle, as I’m sure we would have to cut out ways through in some spots. This will take up more time, but it’s safer. Besides, no one in my family knows I’ve made it out of Mes’Mo’Tan and back in Khlurios. If we end up taking an extra day to arrive, they won’t be made to wait for us,” Navia frowned despite all the positive points to heading back the way they came. “The horses will probably tire soon though, don’t you think? And the jungle seems thick where we are,” her gaze was pulled to the trees again before she looked back to Théadan, “How about this? We travel until we can tell the horses have had enough, then we make camp right on this road? We haven’t passed anyone, so I doubt we would be in anyone’s way, and Baiza did give us those thicker bedrolls, so I don't think we'll have any trouble sleeping. That way we don’t have to try to get the horses to step off the trail and into the jungle. They’ll probably be more comfortable out in this open area, don’t you think?”