With their shoulders touching Théadan felt Navia lean against him, a small sigh escaping her, and her hand softly patting his knee. He hoped she was right, that there would be no need to take any lives, individually the men downstairs weren't imposing, but together they could be. He just hoped they were all bark and no bite. She pointed out that they were just farmers, and would likely be too drunk to do act upon any of the threats that had been cast their way. That was certainly one possibility, unfortunately Théadan also knew alcohol had the horrible affect of hindering peoples sense of reasoning, and making them more violent. It was occasionally given to troops who had trouble quelling their fears to dull those senses. A drunk man easily lost sight of their mortality and in so doing found their courage, Théadan had known his brothers to use that tactic a few times with some of their soldiers.<br/><br/>Navia thankfully agreed she would tell him in the future, which he greatly appreciated as she let herself fall backwards into the bed. "Thank you." Théadan replied as he felt the movement of the bed beneath him. He twisted to observe Navia, see what she was up to. Her hair had fanned out some but not in any neat way, her eyes were staring up at the ceiling with a pout still on her lips which he still found attractive on her regardless. Théadan wholeheartedly agreed with the sentiment that this was not how their day was supposed to go. Arriving back in Khlurios was only ever supposed to be a happy occasion, but with all the sights they had seen they day had only gone down hill the longer it had gone on. Back in Mes'Mo'Tan when he was a teenager growing up, Théadan had a philosophy that such days were best slept through before they could get any worse, and what ever troubles he had experienced would not feel as bad come the morning.<br/><br/>A small smile tugged at Navia's lips when she mentioned the khussas, it was pleasing to see, more so when she chuckled at her own antics of kicking them off her feet, it made a small smile tug at Théadan's lips too as he took the more sensible approach of undoing the laces of his boots before tugging them off. "No it wasn't how this day was supposed to go, far too many ups and downs." Théadan conceded. He did not want to let what those Khluri downstairs had said bring them down for too long. He did not want to let their minds linger on it for any longer. Their day had started well, and while it had taken a downwards turn, it should end with something positive. "But life never seems to want to go according to any plans, not that that is always a bad thing." He said, and reached over to take one of her feet and bring it over his thigh so he could run his fingers along her skin and begin to wiggle her toes. "I'm sure months ago you did not have any plans for a Mes'Mo'Tanian prince to be stealing you away. But that seems to have worked out rather well for you, hasn't it." He looked over his shoulder at her and grinned at her.<br/><br/>His gaze turned over to their packs that were on the floor where they had dropped them, inside one of them was their journal, awaiting a new entry if they so desired. "We could still write in the journal, the entries with both ups and down always make for compelling reading, and today has been quite a day for us both." Theirs was such a rare case in the history of their people's, it was bound to be worth documenting both the good and bad, besides it would likely prove cathartic for them both to write about their experiences together. Of course her other suggestion had also caught his ear, and a boyish grin spread across his features as he added. "And I could still show you why you're so lucky to have me in your bed, should the mood take us." His fingers stopped their wiggling of Navia's toes, and set her foot aside for a moment so he could stand for a moment. "But whatever the case..." He reached for the food they had been given, and placed it on the bed next to Navia. "We do need to eat something first."