All of Théadan's attention was focused on the Captain for the time being, how he would react would tell him a lot about how the crew would take to the confirmation a prince of Mes'Mo'Tan was aboard their boat. A good captain would win the trust of his crew, and if he said it was okay, they would likely follow. At least that was what Théadan was hoping for. Navia idly translated for them, seemingly quite comfortable with her countrymen knowing about him, clearly she trusted them, but the doubts still remained in Théadan's mind. People did not forget the devastation war wreaks across the land easily, nor do they forget those who caused it.<br/><br/>Big white teeth flashed as Risho grinned at Théadan, his posture was relaxed, his tone full of humour, perhaps if he hadn't spent so much time with a mischievous Khluri 'Sitvati' the latter, would have been harder to see. Navia gained Théadan's attention as she translated Risho, clearly she was amused by the response, and it did serve to alleviate some of Théadan's concern. It was likely he would not be bothered during the voyage. He took some of the roast on to his plate, deciding a taste of home was in due order after that particular subject.<br/><br/>Risho was clearly the curious sort, his eyes switched between both Navia and him, though Théadan doubted this man often found himself carrying such guests on ships very often. His next question, which Navia kindly translated so Théadan wasn't left out, was one he too was curious to hear her answer. Just how did Navia expect the King of Khlurios to react to their relationship. She looked a little hesitant to answer at first, needing a moment to debate it, but she looked his way when giving her answer. Théadan could only hope she was right, that the King would look passed everything, and wish Navia to have what she wanted. It gnawed at Théadan nonetheless, it felt too much like wishful thinking.<br/><br/>Again Théadan ate his meal, but soon felt the Captain's eyes staring at him, he looked up to see he had more to say, having leaned forward to engage. Théadan could see he made every effort to speak in the common tongue, just so he could deliver the threat with meaning and intent, to make it clear exactly what would become of him should anything happen to Navia. Oddly this felt more comfortable for Théadan, it was more along the lines of what he was used to, and had been expecting to come from Khluri mouthes at some point. That the threat came out of a sense of protection for his lover caused him to grin, and the laugh a little. Hoping not to cause the Captain any offence, Théadan also leaned forward in his seat, and mirrored Risho's conviction. "If I hurt<i>Sitvati,</i>I'll jump in the sea." And then raised his glass of wine at the Captain before having a drink as though they had just struck a deal.<br/><br/>He wasn't sure what Navia would make of all that, though he had come to learn much of how protective Navia felt of those she cared deeply for, or were done an injustice. But in order to keep the conversation from slipping down any route beyond something friendly, Théadan changed the subject. "You have a beautiful ship." He announced with a smile, looking around the room. "I've never seen anything of the like in Mes'Mo'Tan. Our vessels do not lend themselves to all the imagery you have stitched into the sails, and carved in to the wood." Flags were of common use in Mes'Mo'Tan, but the sails mostly marked the ships for what purpose they were used for; merchant vessels, fishers, whalers. It was always about practicality in Mes'Mo'Tan rather than beauty. "Have you carved these designs?" Théadan asked, pointing at the wooden beams. Perhaps all Khluri took up practicing some art in their spare time? "Or was it a previous owner of the Northwind, the '<i>Uttarana?</i>'" He had to cast a quick look over to Navia, and ask, "Is that what you called it?"