It was disturbing to Théadan seeing the man with so many needles across his back, and how seemingly serene he was. There was no flinching, no calls of agony, he had to wonder if the man was drugged. Regardless being stuck full of needles was not a fate Théadan was willing to endure, even if the Marroan women were being entirely truthful in their appraisal. Thankfully Navia must have seen what the two women were guiding him towards, and promptly stepped in to help stop it before this went any further. She addressed them calmly, even played along with their assessment of him as though she had known it was the case for him for weeks now. Théadan was tempted to deny it, but he kept his mouth shut, knowing pride would not get him out of the arms of these two women.<br/><br/>Navia's hands forced the women to release him one at a time, and Théadan was thankful when her hand slipped back into his to give him a reassuring squeeze. She stood close to him cautious in case one of the Marroans tried to separate them once more. Risho had warned them about Iradocians trying to kidnap Navia, but he had made no mention of what Marroans might try to do to him. He was not sure how he would have escaped their clutched without Navia to be a gentler, more calming hand to guide him out of trouble. He caught the little bit of humour on Navia's lips when she turned to add that 'the tension had been building for weeks,' and that he would have to 'rely on her to relax.'<br/><br/>The insinuation was obvious, and it made Théadan's brow furrow as both the Marroans giggled, one having to raise a hand to cover her mouth. The other shook her head trying, "Many men pass through here, all have stress built up no matter how good the lover is at soothing." She said, and too, a step closer to offer a hand for him to take. "Only needles can dull the stress and relax muscles." She said, trying once more to get him to follow her.<br/><br/>Théadan was having none of it though, "I am sorry ladies, but I only trust my lover to help soothe me." He said, and quickly turned with Navia, hoping they could depart swiftly from the ladies before they tried again. They seemed the sort to be extremelt insistent, so there could be no leaving any room for them. The pair of Marroans did not follow, much to Théadan's relief, and after a moment of silence between him and Navia, as he guided them over to the wall where they could look down upon the city, he decided to lean over to her and repeat what she said,"This tension has been building for weeks?" He said looking incredulous at her, before chuckling a little. "You are definitely going to help me relax later." He said, before pressing a kiss to her cheek. "Thank you for rescuing from those needles, Navia."<br/><br/>His attentions returned to the view before them as they stopped at the wall. "Where were we?" He asked rhetorically as he rested an arm on it so he could lean against it and take in the view below. There were many ships below, some docked some having set sail, and one or two arriving late in the day. Bells still rang off in the distance to signal the comings and goings of ships, accompanied by the chorus of seagulls cawing, looking for an easy meal. There were also plenty of buildings that were built out of solid materials, stone and wood, they clearly had been around for a long while, and must be owned by those who made Terlingua their permanent home. "Which of those buildings do you suppose is the tavern Risho told us about?" Théadan asked, trying to see if he could spot any clues that might indicate which bulding near the marina might be the tavern. "I expect it would be one of the larger buildings."