Terror was in Navia's eyes, Théadan could see she had not really seen him at first, too worried by whatever she was trying to grasp and get away from. She was a struggle in his arms, thrashing until he held her cheeks and her look at him. He saw the look of recognition, knew she saw him now, even if she did not yet fully comprehend where she was. She needed a moment to see it, to see the world around them, the horses looking their way, the flowers and moon which they had danced under just a couple hours ago before her dreams had shaken her so deeply. She was still tense in his arms, still acting as though danger was close, but the understanding she had a dream seemed to finally be hitting her.<br/><br/>She stuttered to try and tell him what she had seen, her body trembling in his arms and fear in her eyes as suddenly she was moving forward, gripping hold to him tightly as if he might be gone in a puff of smoke. Navia murmured about someone having killed him, repeating it a second time before trying to describe what she had seen, only for her to not be able to finish. She had crawled onto Théadan's lap, her legs curled up and to one side of him, as her hands reached for his face. He let his wrap around her to hold her and feel his warmth wrap around her, anything to help comfort her from the nightmare she had seen. Her voice was shaky but quiet as she spoke now speaking of something else, of him being unable to save her, and of a slit throat, blood and<i>him</i>still being able to hurt her.<br/><br/>Navia was leaving out a lot, it felt muddled, she hadn't even named anyone she had seen, just trying to explain the scene she had seen. Théadan did not feel it necessary to ask who it was she had seen, after Mes'Mo'Tan there was only ever going to be a couple people that could torment her like this, and he did not wish to torment her further with the mention of their names. They were dead, forever condemned to be a memory and nothing more. Her voice broke again as she let out a small sob, her forehead resting against his cheek. She spoke of the child, and there was only one child she could be speaking about, which was enough to worry Théadan, but it was about this child having '<i>his'</i>eyes, which made very little sense to Théadan. His hands caressed down her back as he continued to soothe her with his embrace, to help calm her down.<br/><br/>"It was just a dream my love." Théadan spoke quietly to her, trying his best to assure her that what she saw could never happen. "I'm right here with you, real as anything in this world. No one is taking me away from you, and no one is going to cause you any more harm either." They were far from Mes'Mo'Tan, they were among her people now, and while some might view him with disdain, Navia would be completely safe. Whatever she had seen must have just come from the terrible things that had happened to them while they had been together in Mes'Mo'Tan. Horrible memories were affecting her dreams, that's all it could be. "Those days are long behind us, and that is where they shall stay." He pressed a kiss to her forehead, and ran a hand through her hair, now addressing the fear she had for their child. "The child,<i>our</i>child will have no one else's eyes but mine or yours." He said confidently. "The gods would not be so cruel as to give us such a gift and then twist it to frighten you." Yes Mes'Mo'Tan had some cruel gods, but he was certain the blessing of their child had not come from any such god. "Our child will only grow to look like us."