At first Navia thought her attempt at using humor to sway the Marroan women’s attention on Théadan was working, but then one of the women came closer and tried to get Théadan to take her hand again. The friendly expression on Navia’s face immediately died, replaced by a flash of irritation while she angled to put herself in the woman’s way. She had told the woman no, and in Navia’s mind that was more than enough. She would not be so polite a second time if another woman attempted to pull Théadan from her. Luckily Théadan was not willing to go and they were soon departing. Navia found herself walking closer to him though, and glancing behind them a couple times to make sure the oddly dressed women would not give chase.<br/><br/>They reached the wall of the overlook without issue however, and Navia watched while Théadan leaned against it and looked out at the view laid out for their pleasure. She mirrored his stance, leaning against the piled rocks but standing closer to him than she might have before those women had come after him. She had to grin when Théadan questioned what she had told the Marroan women though, and Navia shrugged while he kissed her cheek and thanked her. “Of course I am,” she told him with a smirk when he told her she would be helping him relax, her gaze drifting over to check on the whereabouts of the needle-loving women, “And I’d rescue you from anything you wanted.” The women seemed to be milling around their acupuncture area, but she didn’t trust them. They appeared to glance in their direction too often.<br/><br/>The view laid out before them was splendid enough to distract Navia from worrying about those women returning however. She gazed out at it with Théadan, taking in the view of the ships coming and going, as well as the bustle of the port. Somewhere down there was the damaged<i>Uttarana</i>with Wyndagar upon it still. Silently she hoped the horse was all right, but she said nothing of it for Théadan brought up a question that they would likely need to answer sooner than later. “Hmmmm…” Navia mulled over what building could be the tavern. He had said it was by the docks and Théadan’s point that it would be larger made sense. “Maybe that one?” She pointed out a larger building facing the docks with several flags flying outside of it and a few chimneys with smoke billowing out of them. “I hope it is. Maybe we can have a room with one of those balconies,” Navia gestured toward the line of balconies coming off the building and facing the ocean, “Think of what a pretty view that would be.” They could stand out on the balcony together and enjoy the sea breeze, then go to bed and wake up to the sounds of the sea.<br/><br/>Movement out of her periphery caught her attention and Navia glanced back over to see the two women from Marros had accosted a new victim and were trying to lead him over to the bench they had tried to lure Théadan toward. Not wanting to see the results and eager to move on and explore more, Navia looked up at Théadan with a bright smile and took his hand again, “Come on. There’s still so much we should explore.” She took a few steps backward, luring him away from the wall and toward the rest of the markets, a mischievous glint forming in her near-black eyes, “Remember, you have weeks of built of tension, Théadan. We’ll likely need much of this evening to relax you.” And that meant they needed to get as much of the market in as possible before heading toward the tavern for the night. Then, just to tease him further, Navia went on, "Do you have any suggestions as to how I might help you best relax? Perhaps I should try that acupuncture thing on you..."