Navia was hopeful they may yet have a chance to return to Mes'Mo'Tan one day. Théadan struggled to return a smile, the doubt such a day would come weighed far too heavily on him. She was busy raising herself up to look over him, looking down on his features to better address him, she remained gentle with him, not daring to touch his wounded side, for that Théadan was thankful as it still ached. He watched her push her hair back so it would not be in the way, and then as her dark eyes lowered to take in his lips. The icebergs they may yet see, she pointed out, so long as he rested so he might heal. Her wandering thumb ran over his bottom lip, and he knew well the temptation she now felt stirring within her.<br/><br/>It was her hope in a few years they might return and see the sights he desired. Théadan wanted to believe it would be true, but he could not see it, it would remain dangerous for them both, and having worked so hard to be free of that danger, Théadan did not wish them to return to it. He wanted them safe and happy together, sacrifices had to be made to ensure it, and this had been one of them. Navia's lips descended upon him regardless, keeping him from making any reply. What he believed would be a short but sweet kiss, lingered. Her hand tilted his head back, and Navia was soon indulging them by deepening it, Théadan remained compliant beneath, enjoying her attentions while moving his lips with hers.<br/><br/>Once she released them they both needed a breath, hers came with a sigh, and the licking of her lips. If there was one torturous thing about his injury, it was his inability to act upon such sensual moments. Théadan could only relax and watch as Navia returned with a far briefer kiss, but now she spread several over him, his lips and jaw, ear and neck, they were all subject to Navia's affections, and his hand rose to cup behind the back of her neck, his fingers slipping through her dark locks of hair, urging her to continue. She only paused between kisses to tell him what the captain thought of them, it caused Théadan to chuckle. "Such a thing to say to a duchess." He mused, having thought his people would treat with so much more reverance having seen how they all had given small bows when she had boarded. "I can't deny the truth of those words though, we both have a habit of getting set in a certain mindset and refusing to back down."<br/><br/>The captain had sharp eyes it seemed, able to see how neither one of them were the sort to back down from just that moment on deck with Wyndagar. But what caught Théadan's ear in particular, was the mention they were '<i>destined for each other.</i>' While it was a pleasing thought for sure, it did acknowledge their relationship was not secret from the Khluri aboard the ship. "The captain knows we are together then?" He had to ask, feeling a little wary after the reception they had received through most of Mes'Mo'Tan. Still they had been allowed on the ship, and despite the Captain's reservations, Wyndagar had been brought on board too. "Are we that obvious now to watching eyes? Or perhaps he simply worked it out from us sharing this rather cramped room together, with only a single bed between us?" He asked, trying to find the humour in it. Navia was trying to distract them, to lift their mood, and so should he. "I have half a mind to believe you asked for this room so you could have an excuse to cuddle up against me so tightly." He teased.