Both their horses were made comfortable, rubbed down and any aches from having the saddles on their backs soothed. They were fed, watered and then left to their own devices while Navia and Théadan looked to take care of themselves, making sure they were properly fed too, with Théadan having to remind Navia of the tea she was supposed to drink every evening. It had only been two days yet it seemed to him she was already forgetting about it, making it very obvious why Osa had given it to him instead of her. A nearby stream was welcome find, giving them the opportunity to wash themselves and their used clothes down. The amount of sweating Théadan found himself doing in the jungle was taking its toll on his clothes with a smell that took a little while to was away, and for the time being left him shirtless, especially since Navia took his final clean shirt that he had been wearing before leaving it next to the stream to make sure it did not get wet too.<br/><br/>Théadan had refrained from making any complaints however, it was difficult to gripe about not having any fresh shirts when his final one looked so appealing, loosely hanging over her shoulders, and just barely covering up all the spots his eyes were most lured too. They had returned to camp and relaxed at their spot beneath the tree, quietly enjoying each others company as the sun had descended down from the sky. Navia had slowly relaxed more and more against him, he could feel the weight of her slowly shifting until her head rested at his shoulder, and her hand was holding his own. It was easy to just relax, and let time drift by with only a quiet word or two spoken.<br/><br/>Navia had been softly snoozing, probably caught somewhere between sleep and a daydream. She would likely have been more comfortable laying down in her bedroll properly, but Théadan didn't dare move as he did not want to disturb her when she seemed so content. He had spotted one of the white flowers that decorated the field, this one growing beside him near the trunk of the tree. His free hand reached out, his fingers hovering either side of the closed bud as he stroked upwards to feel its soft and smooth petals. "I've seen flowers like these before." He murmured more to himself than to wake Navia and start a conversation. A sudden pop from the fire woke her anyway, sitting up a little and looking outwards towards the field ahead of them. The moon had been rising, and she seemed to recognise night had finally come, but whateer she was about to say, she paused in the middle of as she surveyed the meadow ahead of them.<br/><br/>It was a meadow of white flowers before them, curiously having open now that the moon was up, and Navia was soon giving their name -<i>rajjana</i>those flowers she had said were her favourite. It seemed very likely their evening was not yet done now that he knew what they were and what they meant to Navia. She was quick to suggest they go dance among them, causing Théadan to grin at her excitement and impulsiveness. "Dance?" He asked, leaning back from her a little and had his eyes look her up and down from head to toe. "Don't duchesses always dance in beautiful gowns?" He teased, finding it funny she would just be in his shirt, and he would just be in his pants. He was kicking off his shoes however, and removing his socks to fall more into line with how Navia was dressed. "And we have no music to dance too, no rhythm to guide our steps." Regardless Théadan was already standing up to do just as Navia wished, offering her both his hands to help her up too. A thought came to mind for how they could solve their music problem however. "Do you know any melodies we could hum?"