Those gentle hands were feeling Théadan's chest again, caressing the flesh, and tickling the fine hairs that decorated his chest. Navia was careful with him, not applying too much pressure to his most recent wound, and so allowed them to enjoy the kiss with the added pleasure of her hands touching him. When their lips parted, Théadan could happily relax in the tub and listen to his lovers contented sigh. They had really needed this night together, just them, alone in a bath, as it should be. Navia decided it was her turn to describe him through her eyes, Théadan was happy to listen to everything she had to say, describing his physique, and how he had a 'quiet strength' which she would only remember when he was turning that strength on her. He did so love those moments too, usually instigated by one of the times she had goaded him in to getting a reaction, and he was left to be more physical with his lover. Knowing how much those moments pleased Navia, only made Théadan want to recover fully from his injury all the more so he could bring that side of their relationship back into their games.<br/><br/>Bringing up his scars surprised Théadan some what, he had not expected Navia to find positives about them, but sure enough that was exactly what she did. She didn't see his old injuries as moments of foolishness, or defiance, but symbols of his resolves, and his willingness to persevere for the sake of his morals. It was heartening, and meant a great deal to Théadan to hear that from Navia. She moved swiftly on before he could say anything though, her thumbs running along his jaw as she admitted how much she enjoyed kissing him along it. Where he loved kissing her neckline, and nibbling her skin there, she must have enjoyed doing the same to him along his jaw, Théadan realised. Her thumbs moved further up his face though to run beneath his eyes, as she stared down into them. Navia loved them the most, which if he thought about it, probably wasn't so surprising, how many times had she decided she liked something green since they met? He had to wonder if Navia had always enjoyed the colour, or if that had changed since their relationship had begun.<br/><br/>The fixation Navia had with his eyes was enough for her to have dreams, that little nugget of information was new to Théadan, and had him grinning, he nearly urged her to continue when she stopped herself from speaking anymore about her dreams. But she dismissed it as quickly as she brought it up. She brought her forehead to his so they could stare into each others eyes as she described them to him. Navia's final description of his eyes had him chuckling a little, and he just could not resist teasing Navia despite the sweetness of her words. "Mmm, typical." He said with a happy sigh. "The Khluri always seem to have this deep fascination with jewels, and so it turns out that is why you fell in love with my eyes, because they remind you of jewels." He teased, and rubbed his nose against hers just to make sure his playing did not rub her the wrong way. "Is that why you've seduced me into loving you, and taking me back to your homeland?" He asked, humour alight in his emerald eyes. "Another jewel to be shown off among your peers."<br/><br/>Théadan's hand continued to run up and down her back, stopping only to gather some water and pour it over her back, and then spread it along her back, and over the rise of her buttocks. He wanted to hear more about this dream she had, why had she felt the need to stop it? Perhaps the nature of the dream had been something especially intimate?  "You'll have to tell me about these dreams you've been having about me sometime, I hope I treat you well in them." He said with a small chuckle, completely misinterpreting what little he had heard of her dream, before looking at her with sincere eyes. "Thank you for all those sweet things you have to say of me, I know you meant every word." He said softly, shifting a little beneath her, and feeling how the nature of their recent conversation, coupled with their positioning, had ended up arousing him some what. His member raised above the waterline between Navia's thighs. "We should get out of the tub," He suggested, before he made things worse for himself by indulging in more of Navia's body. "All these '<i>whispered sweet nothings</i>' coupled with you laying naked atop me, is starting to have an effect on me." He said with a sheepish grin, following it with a quick kiss to her lips.