The tears had begun before Navia had even fully understood what was happening to her and after sitting roughly on the ground, she had brought her hands up to dab at her cheeks as if to see if she really had begun crying so suddenly. She lowered them enough to stare at them blankly for a moment, but the sight of the moisture on her hands only stirred up her emotions further and she brought her hands back up to sob in them, not entirely sure why the heightened emotions had hit her in that precise moment. She heard Théadan point out he could get the latch for her and that only made it worse, reminding her of how she’d been able to do what she wanted. “I should be able to,” she lamented through her tears, “I’m strong too.” She knew as well as him a different strength was required for that latch, but Navia was just so frustrated with herself and the latch that she’d been able to let her pride fully swallow the failure.<br/><br/>He came to join her, arms sweetly wrapping around her while he kissed her cheek. She could tell he didn’t quite understand why she had suddenly fallen into a teary meltdown, but Navia didn’t either. He was trying to pull her from it though, pointing out how happy they should be and asking about her family in an attempt to bring her back from the hysteria that had captured her so abruptly. It was then Navia realized it wasn’t really the door that had had made her so upset. The realization she was soon to be home, to be back to a life that felt so far away, was overwhelming now that it was upon her. She had changed so much since the night she’d met Théadan, was so much more aware of how the world really was outside protective palace walls. Could she really just return to the life she’d lived before? And if she did, where did he fit? Would he become just another noble in the Khluri royal court?<br/><br/>She had thought herself independent, but she had never truly experienced independence until she’d been taken from her home. She’d only been able to rely on Théadan; was she going to have to relearn to trust others? That he wasn’t the only one looking out for her safety? The questions, the anxieties, were staggering and Navia could not keep the tears from falling despite Théadan trying to wipe them away. “About…about my family?” She asked thickly, realizing he was asking questions instead of speaking platitudes to try to calm her. Navia shrugged, her hands leaving her face to nervously push into her loose black hair. They took hold at the back of her neck while she looked out at the rapidly darkening barn. “I-I don’t know how they’re going to react…I always thought they would be so happy, but it’s been so long…” A celebration wasn't out of the question however.  The Khluri loved to have elaborate parties, but that wasn't at the top of Navia's thoughts.<br/><br/>Months. How long did someone wait before they decided the person they waited for was not returning? Would she still be welcomed with the open arms she dreamt of? Or would they be confused? “What…what if they’ve forgotten me?” Navia suddenly gasped, knowing it was unlikely the people who had known her since birth would forget, but it still seizing her heart and causing her to become teary all over again. “What if they’ve moved on from me? And I no longer have any of my belongings or my wing in the palace? And what…” Navia paused to try to take a breath and calm herself, but a few more tears formed in her eyes while she turned to look at Théadan, her voice small and squeaky,  “…w-what if we don’t do well there? We’ve been on the move since we met; what if we don’t know how to be together when our lives are finally quiet? I mean…what are we going to do? I’m going to go back to being some useless duchess and you…well, I don’t have the slightest idea what you’ll do.” For some reason beyond her, that made her giggle, yet another mood that baffled her and Navia sniffled before muttering, “Sorry, it’s not funny.”