Théadan felt a good deal of relief when he heard Osa had nothing more to impart. He had worried she would fill his mind with more worries and warnings, potentially fueling those dreams that had once haunted him. Instead she pointed out that if the dream had passed the dangers it was warning him of had already passed with it, to which Navia was quick to suggest they would be on their way in which case. Théadan was quick to nod his agreement, content with the knowledge he had acquired in Osa's presence, but not wanting to spend too long with her for fear she would reveal more than he would care to know.<br/><br/>Before Théadan could make his escape however, Osa did in fact have one last warning for him, or perhaps she was just trying to make him more open to what his own dreams were trying to tell him. The dreams as she said were gifts from the gods into possible futures, and should he have them in the future, he would do well to listen. That jerked the thought of his most recent dream into his memory, of the leopard and snow leopard, and all the eyes watching them. His gaze lingered on Osa for a moment longer, suppressing the shudder he felt from thinking about his most recent dream before bowing his head and offering his thanks. Osa was ushering them out the room just moments later, speaking to Navia in Khluri while Navia spoke her thanks for everything she had done for them.<br/><br/>Then they were walking back to their room in silence, they had much to think on, Théadan barely noticed the silence as he digested everything they had been told in their meeting with Osa. They were quickly back in their room, now cleaned and the fires lit for them. Théadan placed the bag containing Navia's herbal teas on the table while Navia crossed over the room and poured herself a drink, turning and letting her eyes study him. He wondered what was on her mind, but he had no need to coax it from her. Questions about the dream were the first thing to come from Navia's lips. He supposed he could understand why, they were something had so often plagued him, yet he had rarely ever spoken of them, only when asked.<br/><br/>"Didn't I?" Théadan asked, trying to recall. They had only really spoken of the dreams once before, so he supposed she was likely right. It was something he had not thought of mentioning, or perhaps didn't want to talk about for fear of it ever coming true. "I suppose we didn't really talk about those dreams much, I never really cared to." He said with a shrug, moving over to her side and pouring himself a glass of water to take a gulp of too. "I don't think I was dreaming of you for that long, but it's kind of hard to tell to be honest." Perhaps he had misspoke or exaggerated it a little in Osa's presence. "The dream adapted and changed so much over the years it's hard to recall exactly how it was in the beginning." The wolves had always been there, as had the forest, as had him being attacked, but the death of others around him, those had been introduced over time. "It did eventually begin to include the leopard, and I eventually realised it was you when you once woke me from my sleep mid dream."<br/><br/>He gave a shrug, trying to show he felt indifferent about the dream now. It was no longer a part of him, nor did it haunt him. As far as Théadan was concerned he could consign that part of his past to history, and let it stay there where it wouldn't ever bother him again. "It hardly matters now anyway. We're far from Mes'Mo'Tan, and I no longer dream of wolves hounding my every step. The old dream is behind me." So why did he feel like there was more yet to come from his dreams? Théadan hated that feeling of dread. It felt untouchable, he wouldn't able to push it away or lock it up. Osa had warned more dreams may come and he would do well to listen to them, but knowing that was more likely to make him anxious should he have reoccurring dreams once more.