She had expected wisdom from Théadan, he always seemed to know exactly what to tell her, and it was what she received from him. As he came to lay down beside her, he spoke of how many different types of people had been affected by the war and how no one in Khlurios had been safe from the horrors war brought with it. She knew the truth of his words all too well. She felt the losses her country had suffered, had been privy sometimes to information that truly showed the extent of Mes’Mo’Tan’s destruction, but as her dark eyes studied Théadan’s form laid out beside her, Navia could see the biggest factor from the war that had affected her. That scar still caught her attention from time to time, reminding her of how her past, present, and future were so intimately intertwined.<br/><br/>He pointed out the hatred Khluri had for Mes’Mo’tan could be passed down to future generations and Navia sincerely hoped that would not be the case. What kind of life would that be for their child, who would born of two countries that hated each other? The child was likely to be one of the first children born of a Mes’Mo’Tanian and Khluri union since the war. She had not heard of it happening often, but she knew there were people of their mixed races. Navia was just unsure such a union would take place after such a brutal and hateful war. Was their child going to suffer as a prideful country nursed its wounds? She prayed that was not the case and by the short time their child was born, the sting of the war was less. Perhaps it was naïve of her to assume it could less painful by then.<br/><br/>She could tell in that little sigh Théadan released that he was not looking forward to coming across more people who would inevitably not welcome him in their country. Frowning, wanting to comfort him, she reached out to smooth a hand down his thigh while she listened. She had to chuckle upon hearing him pointing out it might not be such a bad thing when they got to prove others wrong by falling into their passions and forgetting the rest of the world. “Perhaps not,” she agreed with a small smirk, eyes wandering his body while she considered how alluring he was to her that she could likely end up twisted up with him again in the future should someone tell them they were not supposed to be together. If they hadn’t made love so voraciously, she probably could have had him a second time, such were her desires for him.<br/><br/>Navia was tired though, worn out from a day of travel, of stress, and from lack of sleep the previous two nights. She was not yet ready to sleep however, instead choosing to turn and lower her head to Théadan’s chest, resting her cheek against his warm skin while she turned her body to curl up and lie perpendicular to him. She reached for his hand while she got comfortable using him as a pillow in a way she could see his face. Hands rising between them, her dark eyes watched as she flattened her palm against his, fingers lining up before shifting and threading between his larger, paler ones. “I am sorry there will be people who will choose not to welcome your presence in Khlurios,” she told him earnestly, bringing their hands close so she could kiss the back of his, “I can only hope it will be less in Mandira. It was not directly harmed by the war and it’s unlikely many who live there have even met a Mes’Mo’Tanian.” Navia paused, her dark eyes scanning Théadan’s features before a knowing grin appeared on her lips before she chose to tease him, “The women there might even become fascinated with you, since you’re so pretty. They’ll fall in love with the color of your eyes and your pale lips. They'll want to talk to you and I'm sure you'll be as courteous and charming as you always are...then I’ll have to fend them all off and remind you we belong together like I did tonight.”