Despite what they the storm had brought, Théadan had to admire the cute sleepy gestures of his lover as she stirred from a light slumber, how her hand rubbed the sleep from her eyes, while she groggily spoke of how drained she felt. He did not doubt it when she had to endure her rebelling stomach for sucb an extended period of time. He was thankful Navia was not in a stubborn mood, and more willing to accept help, at the suggestion of the drink, she appeared all too happy to give it a try, and so he handed it to her without hesitation, figuring the sooner she drank, the sooner it could help. Her eyes told it all when she stared at the flask, it was not an appealing looking drink, her nose wrinkled, and she was suddenly not so eager to give it a try, finding an excuse to delay by sitting herself up beside him.<br/><br/>Théadan waited patiently for Navia to take the drink in her own time, ready to push the issue if necessary. Thankfully it wouldn't come to that, she took the bottle, uncorked it and grimaced at the smell. He had to stifle a small grin at the sight, though she continued to find excuses to delay, admitting she had little desire to board a ship again any time soon, the fear of the ship capsizing in the storm had only made it worse for her. Théadan nodded in agreement, it had gotten very bad for a while there, a less organised or experienced crew may not have been able to handle the storm when it was at its fiercest.<br/><br/>With her admission, Navia seemed to summon up the resolve necessary to drink the contents of the bottle, as she once more uncorked, smelled, and grimaced at the drink given to her, before upending the bottle and drinking a mouthful with a cough. To get it over and done with fast, she took the second immediately after, and was soon thrusting it beneath Théadan's nose so he too could experience the suffering she was having to go through. He turned his head away, trying not to breath in the foul stench, yet she remained insistent, even suggesting he should try it too. "No-no." He replied, and quickly took it from her hands, and stole the cork too so he could keep it all contained and away from his senses, "My stomach has been perfectly content through all of this, drinking that stuff is what might send me over the edge, and then who would like after you, me, and Wyndagar?" He asked, trying to offer up a solid reason why he shouldn't try it. He quickly put it down between him and Wyndagar, and ensured it was beyond the reach of Navia's hands should she get any wicked ideas.<br/><br/>Now that the drink was sorted, Théadan slid his arm behind Navia's back, and leaned towards her, so they remained close together. "It did get scary for a bit there, with the sounds coming from up on deck." Théadan decided to admit, changing the subject back to the storm. The crash they had heard from up above, perhaps that was what the Captain had been speaking about? Yet the waves were not so violent now, and they certainly weren't sinking, so the crew must have got them through the storm relatively safely. "Our Captain and crew know their business well, and it looks like we're passed the worst of it." He said with a reassuring smile. "Risho did ask me to tell you something though." He said, and raised his free hand to his mouth as he tried to remember the exact words he had used. "Uttarana has hurt, javarn - javan?" The pronounciation was a pain to get right, he shrugged and looked at her questionaingly, "A crew member maybe?" He asked before adding the last of it. "And we'll stop to fix, or for fix, or something like that."