Even with the excited and infinitely friendly Ingrid at Navia's legs, Théadan could see something was troubling her. Ingrid was too absorbed with her new secret to notice Navia's shift in expression, but Théadan spotted it. Navia was quick to gather herself in the face of a child and hide whatever it was that was on her mind, favouring instead to humour Ingrid and try to win over the secret he had just told her. Théadan watched amused by how Ingrid reluctantly held the secret with a little assurance on Navia's part. Of course she immediately wanted to go see Wyn with Navia, but Navia had to offer a compromise in favour of speaking to him.<br/><br/>Ingrid was happy to wait, waving Théadan farewell for now, a gesture he returned like for like, and soon he was alone with Navia once more. There was a small pause before Navia gave him a glance and then set the razor and shaving cream on the table. She tried to tease him with the idea he was turning Ingrid against her, but the tone of her voice suggested she was troubled by something. "Maybe." Was the response he gave, playing along with her tease.<br/><br/>Rather than prepare the shaving cream, Navia surprisingly climbed into bed beside him, and curled up, leaning against him with her head resting on his shoulder. The heavy sigh that came from her told Théadan she needed a little comfort from whatever it was on her mind, and soon Navia was speaking of Ragná and Ivarn. Bringing them back up was unexpected, but when Navia continued to state they had a daughter in Ozmorr who had two children, Théadan needed a moment to wrap his head around exactly what she was getting at. "Two..." He mumbled as he put the pieces together.<br/><br/>Théadan didn't want to put that puzzle together, but it was automatic, and he couldn't get what Navia was hinting at out of his head. "Is one of these a children an excitable red head, and the other full of angst?" He asked, trying to lighten her discovery with a little humour, but it felt hollow to him, as the idea sank in that they had already caused some harm to this family. It was galling, as though the knowledge Ragná and Ivarn's home had been burned down simply because they were there wasn't enough, now they were in the home of their grand kids and putting them in danger too. They had to leave as soon as they were able, others could not keep being put in harms way for their sake.<br/><br/>"This is just..." Unbelieveable, ridiculous? Théadan didn't have the words to describe coincidence, but then maybe it wasn't. With a shake of his head, he spoke softly. "The gods have a strange sense of humour." He laid a hand on Navia's thigh and gave a small reassuring squeeze, he leaned his body closer to hers to offer up more of himself in the hopes she could draw some added comfort frok him. "How did you find this out?" He asked, it must have been having just gone down to get the razor, which begged the question. "Do Brydon and Silva know?" It seemed likely, Navia had never been the sort to keep secrets at others expense.