The second kiss Navia was enticing him into had all of Théadan's attention, so when the call high above came he took no notice of it, only of the reaction Navia had to it. She was startled, and jumped, making Théadan chuckle at their perfect little moment being interrupted in such a fashion. Théadan's gaze followed Navia's up towards the crow's nest to try and spy the Khluri sailor spotting for the ship. He could make out the man, saw him calling down to Risho, his hand outstretched pointing in the direction of their travel. Théadan guessed at what he was saying before Navia told him. They would be arriving at Terlingua soon, he had to wonder if deducing from signs and actions would be the only way he could maybe understand Khluri when Navia was not around to translate for him.<br/><br/>Navia's thumb brushing along his jaw drew his attention from the crow's nest, and back to her. Théadan spotted a familiar flash of desire in her eyes as they briefly looked down at his lips, but the frown formed on her brow, and she was clearly concerned. Théadan had to keep himself from letting out an indignant snort when she asked if he was ready to be intimate with her once more. The wound had healed well, his life was no longer in danger, and he was not as fragile as glass. But she was only concerned for him, only wanted him to be safe, and for no harm to come to him, that was what he had to remind himself as he shuffled his feet uncomfortably as Navia suggested they might be better off waiting.<br/><br/>It was entirely possible Navia could be right, that he was not yet ready to make love to her. But he was growing restless with how restrained his wounds had caused him to be. Every morning now he would wake up to find himself aroused and yearning to be with Navia again, and most of those mornings she had usually slipped out before he had roused. Even today when Navia had woken him he had to make the excuse he would dress first and then meet her up on deck, when in truth he needed a couple minutes to settle. "My body has been trying to tell me I'm ready for the past week." Théadan replied bluntly, though keeping his voice down so as not to attract attention from the crew. They may not have been able to speak the same language, but he still felt it necessary. "I've been very patient, waiting until I no longer needed those blasted stitches. I want to at least try." He said honestly. At some point they would have to trust he was healed and see how things went, and with him now up and mobile, his strength returned to him, and stitches gone, it felt like a good time to try.<br/><br/>Théadan flashed a smile to try and hide some of the pent up frustrations he had with his body's limits, and instead chose to try and distract with their familiar game of teasing and playing with one another. "Besides, I'm sure I can trust you to be gentle with me, despite how enthusiastic you can be." He said softly, happy to himt she was the one who became rougher and more urgent with her desires when they had not been together in a while, despite knowing full well he was every bit as enthusiastic in those moments, "You'll have to show me all the ships nooks and crannies you've discovered while I was stuck in bed once we have a chance." He had not had much of a chance to explore the ship properly. There had been a brief tour to be shown each of the rooms, so he would know his way around, but having been laid up in bed for so long, Navia certainly knew more of the ship that he.