No chastising remarks came from Navia, for that Théadan was thankful. He was tires, and ached, and did not have the strength for any arguements. Navia was far kinder to him that any of that though, while he endured the stitches, she comforted him. Her lips found his forehead, and she soon was resting her temple against his as though to share his pain. It helped, maybe for the distraction she provided him, or for the sympathetic arm that coddled him. Regardless of whatever Brydon had to say, Théadan know Navia would understand why he had pushed on, he was just thankful to finally be on board a ship that would soon set sail away from the dangers of his country. They were left alone, and Navia urged him to sit for her, offering her hands to help him sit up, he gratefully took them, and soon she was beginning the all too familiar routine of her bandaging him.<br/><br/>They were likely both sick of having to do this, but soon he would heal, and there were no dangers for them on the horizon. Navia broke their silence as she admitted she could scarcely believe they were on the verge of leaving Mes'Mo'Tan. It was a feeling Théadan agreed with, as much as he had made his peace with it, he knew it would take some adjusting. It had not yet fully sunk in the magnitude of this moment. Perhaps once he had a chance to lay down and rest, to feel the boat rock with the motion of the waves on the open sea, then it would hit home. But right now, all he felt was drained. Once Navia had the bandages properly in place, Théadan felt her hands cup his cheek  gathering his attention, words did not come, not yet. An earnest kiss was pressed to his lips, one that was followed with the whisperings of her thanks. It was sweet, and a smile spread across his features as she thanked him again, and shared her love for him. She kissed him again before he could say anything, but he did not need to. Her kiss said it all, filled with love and passion, she drew out the kiss, and he allowed her tongue to seek out his.<br/><br/>The moment passed with the knocking at the door, and Ingrid's growing impatience. He felt for the child, hated that they would have to disappoint her so, but there was no choice in the matter, all they could hope to do, was make the parting as kind on her as possible. Navia's little tease suggested she felt much the same as him, Ingrid had stolen a place in their hearts with all her endearing enthusiasm. "You have quick fingers," Théadan replied with a smile, recalling the many times she had stolen from him. They've succeeded in stealing plenty beneath the notice of my eyes. Ingrid would probably agree to it too, she's taken a real shine to you." They had been hard to separate during their time in the Eyles family home, Ingrid had loved seizing upon any chance to steal away into their room and talk, or drag Navia down so they could look after Wyndagar together. The girl had practically become her shadow.<br/><br/>"I would have my hands full though," Théadan chuckled as he briefly entertained the idea of a future with both Navia and Ingrid in it. "Two women who have me wrapped around their fingers, would the gods feel so inclined to do such a thing to me?" He teased, he had not been able to say no to Ingrid once during their time together, she was to sweet, and she knew she could use that. "I wouldn't get a moments peace - neither would Wyndagar for that matter." Just how many treats had Wyndagar been spoiled with in the past week alone? But now wasn't the time to entertain such thoughts, now was the time for goodbyes. They had a lot of thanks to share with the family that had saved him, and taken them in. This day was going to be so very bittersweet. "Help me with my shirt so I'm at least a little presentable," Théadan asked, "and then we'll bring them in."