The agitation with the situation was clear on Théadan’s face while he listened to everything she told him. Navia could see the tension in his shoulders and stance, the way his hands fisted at his sides. She could tell he was battling to maintain control of his emotions; what she wasn’t sure of was whether that was directed at the men for speaking that way toward her or at her for not wanting to tell him. It made no difference to her; she had told him after he’d asked after all. She hated seeing him upset though, and so maintained the saddened expression on her face while Théadan announced he would not be going anywhere. She was not surprised to hear him say it, but it was still reassuring enough that she nodded as the tension in her shoulders lessened. All she wanted was to be with him; any threat of that not happening was one she despised.<br/><br/>More than anything, Théadan seemed angry the men had directed their ire at her. She had known he wouldn’t have liked her being called a traitor, she knew how being called that by his people had pained him, and while he did not mention it, he pointed out how the men should have respected who she was and what she’d gone through. It made Navia shrug, not really caring if the men knew. It might have even made things worse if she had demanded respect from them based on her title. She had briefly considered it, but Navia also knew to men like the ones downstairs, Lahkimpur would have been far more meaningful to them than Thakur and using Devam’s name while hand in hand with a Mes’Mo’Tana would have likely proven to be disastrous. “Who I am probably would not have made any difference to them,” she ended up saying quietly, shrugging while she watched Théadan come to sit beside her.<br/><br/>With his shoulder coming to press against hers companionably, Navia took it as an opportunity to lean on him. Sighing softly, she rested her cheek on his shoulder and reached out to give his knee a sympathetic pat when she heard how tired he was. “There will be no need to take lives,” she murmured to him reassuringly after he reminded her he was no longer going to take any other lives. She did not expect him to do so, she only wanted the sword nearby as a deterrent. Thinking they were finished with such a conversation, Navia was about to suggest they eat their meal and get past their depressing conversation, but Théadan brought up how she’d been trying to hide what had been said from him. She frowned despite the careful tone of his words, knowing he was probably right that she needed to tell him but wanting to protect him from it all the same.<br/><br/>“They’re just bored farmers who will probably end up too drunk to make it up the stairs tonight,” Navia grumbled, a pout forming on her dark lips, “They’re not worthy of ruining our evening with their misplaced hatred, so I didn’t want to mention it.” She would have preferred Théadan agree to have their dinner and forget the exchange downstairs had even happened, but she could see why he would want to know and knew she would have demanded the same as he if their roles were reversed. “I’ll make sure to tell you in the future though,” Navia conceded before adjusting her weight to fall back on the bed, her dark hair fluttering around her as she bounced once and settled with her hands resting on either side of her head. Théadan deserved that; she never should have tried to hide it from him in the first place.<br/><br/>Navia stared up at the ceiling, pout still fresh on her face, and regarded the simple wood beams above her head as she considered how the day had gone. “This isn’t how today was supposed to go,” she muttered, “We finally made it here. We should have returned Sura's Necklace and spent the rest of the day enjoying ourselves.” Instead they had had to walk past countless reminders of the war that had ended up bringing them together and were slandered by her countrymen. “You were supposed to show me why I’m lucky to have you in bed and I wanted us to write in the journal about finally arriving here and finding Vari.” Navia paused, then smiled lightly, “At least I have new khussas.” She was finished wearing them for the day though, and kicked them off her feet one at a time, chuckling as they sailed across the room and lightly thudded on the wooden floor.