<i>'Javan.</i>' Navia had corrected him, and hearing her say it confirmed that to Théadan, with her Khluri accent, it sounded exactly the same as Risho had spoken. She corrected his attempts at pronouncing the word, and he was sure to try it a few more times, just to be certain he had it right in the future. She admitted she was not entirely certain as she did not have much knowledge of ship parts, but it made sense to Théadan. The big crashing sound that had come from up above them fit with something having happened to the sail. He hoped it wasn't the main mast itself, the repairs for that would take weeks. If it was one of the jibs at the front of the ship, or a top sail had broke, maybe those would be easier fixes. There was little point concerning himself with it though, those problems were in capable hands.<br/><br/>Navia turned herself towards him more, seeking to make herself more comfortable by slipping her feet between his legs, and her knees drawing up to his abdomen. His hand moved to caress her legs softly as Navia soon had a bunch of questions to ask, and none he really had any answers for. This was all information the Captain had, and Théadan had not thought to ask, his concerns had been elsewhere at the time. Now Navia pointed out they could well stop at a Mes'Mo'Tanian port, he had to run the scenario through his mind, and whether it would truly be an issue for them. At the same time though, Navia was sounding worried, and after the harsh storm, he wanted nothing more than to ease her troubles.<br/><br/>"I haven't seen where we are on a map, that's a question better asked of Risho." Théadan replied honestly, as far as he knew they could be halfway to Marros by now. He had not yet seen a single map, let alone had Risho point out their progress to him. For now they had to put their faith in the Captain and his crew. They were the experienced ones here, and as Risho had demonstrated, they would go to great lengths to protect their '<i>Sitvati.</i>' "I'm sure he knows what he is doing, he knows we are escaping Mes'Mo'Tan and has some idea it is dangerous for us to be found there, so if he is to make port anywhere, I imagine it would be somewhere he deems safe." Théadan said it to calm Navia's worries, but it made sense to him the more he thought about it.<br/><br/>His hand gave Navia's thigh a small squeeze as he rubbed his hand upwards and then let it slide back down to her knee. "Even if it was in Mes'Mo'Tan, we could stay hidden away in the ship, where no one would come search for us." Nobody would know they were there, and nobody would come seeking for them, Théadan was sure of that. For now he felt fairly certain there was no imminent trouble ahead for them. He wanted to believe they had left all that behind the moment they had set foot aboard the Uttarana. "The guards would not have any reason to believe we might be onboard anyway." He said dismissively and pressed a small kiss to Navia's cheek. Besides there was no guarantees they would stop in Mes'Mo'Tan, they had been travelling for a fortnignt, they must have made significant progress in that time. "Where ever it is we stop, I hope it is a place where we can relax." It had been far too long since he had the opportunity to stretch his legs.