With Silva and Brydon leaving Théadan with one last goodbye, Théadan could only listen to the giggles coming from Ingrid as she played with Wyndagar. The happiness it brought her was wonderful, he only wished he could stand and watch her and Navia enjoying the sight of Wyndagar performing his steps on command for them. He listened as Silva told Ingrid to show her one last time, and then after a little more giggling and a moment of silence, he heard the floor boards creak with movement. Ingrid called out to him and Wyndagar one last time to bid them farewell, and Théadan returned it, hoping she would hear.<br/><br/>Silence was what Théadan was left with, there was only the sound of the ship on the water and the gentle motion of waves lapping at its hull. He let out a long sigh and slowly eased himself to lay down in to the bed, rolling on his back, with his arm close to the wood. Mere inches away on the other side was the ocean water, and it would soon be carrying him to a new life far from his homeland. His mind was lost in thought of how far he and Navia had come, of all the decisions they had made, what they had gone through to be here together. They had endured it all for each other, both had given up everything to be together, but it made him no less sad to hear the sounds of their impending departure. Bells rung to let others know a ship was setting sail, and motions of the ship increased just a little once it was underway. He could make out the sounds of the Khluri calling out to each other as they went through the motions of steering the vessel, and Théadan knew he and Navia were at last safe from his family.<br/><br/>What would happen to Mes'Mo'Tan? His father was ill, likely dying, Argyle was dead, and Rhodon was a maniac. Only his mother could possibly hold the country together, and Théadan was not sure how well she would succeed when the day came for Rhodon to be crowned. Mes'Mo'Tan was a strong and harsh country, but one that looked after its own. It was greater than Rhodon, surely. It would survive him and move forward as it has always done. Perhaps it would even be all the stronger nad more unified for having had a mad ruler. Théadan tried to convince himself this was the truth, but it felt hollow. He could not see the future, but he feared it would be bleak for those living beneath Rhodon's rule. If he stayed would he have been able to help? Would he be able to prevent Rhodon from acting upon his sadistic side? Was he being selfish in leaving?<br/><br/>They were all questions he did not want to think about let alone answer, and so he was thankful when Navia returned to their room. Her face was downcast, her motions slow and perhaps tired from the stress of finally leaving. Her cloak and boots were soon discarded, and wordlessly she slipped into bed, and curled up next to him. It was only once she was comfortable, and had drawn the blanket over them both did she quietly ask how he was. He could tell her mood was much like his own, relief and sadness all mixed together. "Exhausted." He replied earnestly "Both physically and emotionally." It had been taxing on Théadan, the wound hadn't helped, but it was far harder to shake those raw emotions he had seen Ingrid go through once she realised they would be leaving.<br/><br/>Théadan's hand reached for one of Navia's thighs and drew it over his waist so he could feel his lover's warmth and take some comfort in it, "I'm going to miss them, especially Ingrid, she was far too sweet." He said sadly, leaving his hands resting on her thigh as he thought about the young girl who had captured their hearts. "She certainly put the suffering of having to let go into perspective though." She had struggled with it, refused to let go until forced to, she had cried, and begged, but in the end taken comfort in those around her, and said goodbye because she had no other choice. "I've tried not to think about it too much, but it does sadden me to be leaving Mes'Mo'Tan." He admitted, "We won't be returning."<br/><br/>He had wanted to take the time to acknowledge and make a memory of the last time he took a step on it's cold hard ground, but Wyndagar had carried him to the ship. He had wanted to take in the sight of the country one last time as they sailed away, but his wound was too severe. He had wanted to smell the air, and hear his countrymen speak in Mes'Mo'Tanian one last time, but that too he had forgotten to do in their hurry. Théadan left his home feeling unfinished there, "There was much I still wished to show you, the icebergs that lazily drift down southwards on the ocean currents, or to stand upon a frozen lake, and look down upon fish still living far beneath." He mourned it, wishing things had been different, but this was how things had to be. "Now we won't get the chance."