It was clear to Navia that she was about to spend a great deal of time translating for the two men. Unfortunately for Théadan, she knew that was likely going to be something he would have to deal with until they reached Mandira. Even there, she would not put it past her family to use Khluri casually. It was their first language, after all, and one they were all proud to use. She just hoped Théadan would have the patience to allow her to translate for him and not become frustrated with the language barrier. It was when Théadan spoke to Risho and the captain instead looked to her with confusion that Navia silently vowed she and Théadan were going to strive to learn each other’s languages.<br/><br/>She translated Théadan’s compliment rapidly and a pleased smile curved Risho’s lips upward. He gestured out at the food, then reached for one of the bowls of rice, “Eat, eat.”<br/><br/>“It’s usually politest to wait until the host invites you to eat,” Navia explained quietly while reaching for the other bowl of rice and scooping some onto her plate. She held it out to Théadan, “This is called<i>tihan</i>, it’s just a long type of rice that probably has some butter in it. It’s really good with the<i>marsti</i>on top, which is that red sauce with potato in it. My family likes to add pumpkin to it as well.” She nodded to the bowl of potatoes not far from Théadan before reaching for a couple pieces of bread. “You know this already,” she said with a chuckle, bringing one to her lips and taking a bite, “Do you remember what it’s called?”<br/><br/>Risho had been piling food onto his own plate, anxious to take part in such a well-done meal, until he reached for his glass and realized it was empty. He glanced over to see the Duchess was helping her companion prepare his own plate, and was quick to take advantage of their focus on something other than him. He left the table quietly to approach and open up one of the cabinets under the windows. After withdrawing a bottle of red wine, he tugged off the cap on the way back to the table. While Risho reached out and took each of their glasses to fill with wine, his focus more on Théadan than Navia, as if he was familiar and he was trying to place how he knew him. “You are prince, yes?” He finally said, setting the newly full glass down in front of Théadan and reaching for his own, “You are Rúl.” Before Théadan could fully answer, Risho went on to look at Navia and unleash a string of rapidly spoken Khluri before he shrugged.<br/><br/>“Ah,“ Navia grimaced slightly before nodding her understanding to Risho and turning her attention to Théadan so she could explain, “A couple members of the crew are friends with some of Ozmorr’s guard. I guess they’re betting on whether there’s a Mes’Mo’Tanian prince onboard with them.” The more she thought on it, the less dangerous it seemed and the more amusing it was that men were betting on Théadan’s pedigree, so by the time Navia was finished speaking, a sly hint of a smirk had formed on her lips. She wasn’t about to answer Risho for Théadan though. It was up to Théadan whether he wanted others to know his identity. Instead Navia reached for her glass of wine to take a sip while she waited to see what Théadan decided to tell Risho, but paused. She frowned down at the deep red hue and suddenly Ragná's disapproving face was lingering in her mind. With a small hmph, Navia set the glass back down on the table and figured the men were probably too busy speaking to notice.