Navia helped him with everything, dressing himself required far too much movement, it was far better for Théadan to just let Navia help thread his limbs through the clothes and have her worry about the buttons and ties that did it all up. That helpless feeling lingered through it all, but Navia helped stifle it by talking about the home they were in, and how it must have had plants growing in vases dotted around the home at certain times of the year. "It must smell nice during the spring months too." Théadan pointed out, wondering what scents filled the halls of the home. With his clothes on, they dared to venture out of the room for the first time, and Théadan got to take in the quaint nature of the home, and he was relieved to see it was not as tight as Ragná's and Ivarn's.<br/><br/>The stairs proved the most dangerous part, they had to take them slow, one step at a time. Théadan used his free hand to help balance himself along the wall during the descent. Each step down sent pain spreading through his chest, he found himself holding his breath as his leading foot took a step downwards. He did his best to hold his pain back, but was sure Navia could tell, they were silent until they reached the bottom, and then Navia pressed a small kiss to his cheek as reward for his accomplishment. She pointed down the hallway to a door, and Théadan's gaze followed her hand as Navia explained Silva was usually found in the kitchen durinf the morning, only she was swiftly interrupted by bobbing red hair, as Ingrid waltzed out the doorway to lay eyes on them.<br/><br/>Her eyes lit up immediately with excitement,  as she swiftly declared loudly for all to hear that he was up. Théadan loved the little girl's enthusiasm, it was infectious, it was little wonder he felt an immediate pang of guilt when she realised both he and Navia were dressed to leave, and proceeded to announce it at the top of her voice. "That's always been our plan Ingrid." Théadan replied, though he could already see the sadness growing on Ingrid's face. He had not been ready for how heartbreaking a sight that would be, and was soon regretting being in such a rush to leave. He even had to remind himself it was for her and her family's own good. "But I do need to be able to reach the docks first." He added, in the hopes that would keep her from becoming to sad.<br/><br/>"But-but-but..." She muttered despairingly, searching for an excuse just as her mother appeared from the doorway. She glanced over at both him and Navia, and offered them both a smile. Silva was clearly happy to see him well enough to stand, but her attention was on her daughter first as she kneeled down beside her and gave her a small hug in support. "Inny now's a time to be happy, our friend is standing again."<br/><br/>"But I don't want them to go!" Ingrid whined, pouting at the injustice of it all.<br/><br/>Silva gazed back up at Théadan, it was clearly taking a lot of effort to stand even with Navia's help, having watched Brydon help many people during their time together, she was used to seeing when people were trying to hide their pain. "Are you sure you're fit to travel Théadan? You don't look-"<br/><br/>"I'll be fine." Théadan interrupted, he didn't want to sound rude, but he didn't want to let any doubt slip in now. "I just need a little help getting on Wyn's back."<br/><br/>Silva gave a small nod. "Brydon!" She called, and out came a groan from an adjacent room. Brydon appeared just moments later, looking like he had been caught getting a little extra sleep. "What is it? - Oh... you're up." He said surprised, looking at both Théadan and Navia. "Well good, it's about time."<br/><br/>"Will you help Théadan to Wyndagar?" Silva asked, "Navia looks like she has her hands full." She pointed out, as the pair of them seemed to be at their limits. Brydon gave a nod, before walking over to them both, and relieving Navia of Théadan's weight.