It was so nice to not only hear Théadan laugh, but to be the one to make him do so. He had been having such a hard time the past couple weeks with his injury that she was relieved to not only see him recuperating, but enjoying himself more again. He seemed to enjoy her comment though, and even rewarded her with a kiss that kept the smile on her face while Théadan explained what the floating white objects were. “Ice,” Navia repeated quietly, glancing back over at it. She had figured it was made of ice, but had had no idea where it had come from or how it had gotten into the ocean. To hear it was coming from land and floating out to sea was odd to her, but after experiencing how much ice and snow was in Mes’Mo’Tan, Navia decided it made sense.<br/><br/>Navia was intrigued with the way Théadan explained the icebergs to her, but on top of that it was even nicer to have him cuddling up to her more. He had been so weak the last couple weeks that he had not been able to show his affections nearly as well as she could.  Navia pressed closer while he did so, only stilling once her forehead had found a familiar spot nestled up beneath his chin. Was this what they had to look forward to? Being able to cozy up to each other without fear of others’ anger? Without any major dangers to their safety? She hoped so; she hoped they would no longer have to dread what others thought of them together. Perhaps while they traveled, and maybe before she explained to her family how much Théadan meant to her, but never like it had been in Mes’Mo’Tan. The hate Théadan’s family had shown towards their desires to be together had to be behind them. It was a freeing, wonderful feeling to have. Even better, it was paired with Théadan’s admission he had wanted to show her the icebergs.<br/><br/>She had noticed the way the sailors kept the ship from coming too close to the icebergs, so it was pleasing to Navia to know why that was. It also piqued her interest further and she thoughtfully gazed out at the iceberg as the ship slowly passed it by. How many ships had fallen prey to the gargantuan blocks of ice? How many lives lost? “That must be why he told me it was dangerous,” Navia pointed out quietly, thinking of the short conversation she had had with one of the deck hands. For a moment she tried to envision how big was ‘far bigger’ when it came to the iceberg’s submerged size, but Navia could not get a good idea of it. It was too difficult for her to picture and she knew she would need to see it. The new topic of their discussion was just such a curious thing to her that several more questions popped into her mind while she sat with Théadan and watched the iceberg.<br/><br/>“How large can they be?” Navia asked curiously, trying to gauge whether the ones she had seen were large or small, “And what of their purpose? Do your people do anything with them to make them useful? Can humans get on them? Or animals?” Asking such basic questions brought forth a multitude of others though, and Navia was soon trying to press even closer. Her arm slid across his lap, her hand taking hold of his hip to keep her close to his side. She was tempted to press a few kisses along the strong curve of his throat as well, but refrained. They could not get carried away after all, not with where they were or how weak Théadan was. So Navia instead focused on her curiosity. She wanted to enjoy both Théadan’s presence and warmth while he hopefully answered all the questions that had come to mind. “What animals can we see out here anyway? I’ve only seen a few birds. Is this water too cold for other animals? Or will you be able to show me some the way we saw those on land?” He had done such a good job of showing her the wilds of Mes’Mo’Tan; surely Théadan would be able to do something similar to its seas?