They had eventually settled back in for the night, whatever dreams had come to Navia were gone now, allowing her to get back to sleep, and Théadan to stay up a brief while longer to watch and be sure what dreams came to her, were not the sort to disturb her. Once satisfied, he too made himself comfortable her side and drifted off back to sleep. When they woke in the morning, Théadan listened to Navia be insistent they find themselves a proper bed for the night. A couple rough nights sleep, disturbed by moments of terror probably being as much behind her reasoning, as wanting to avoid sleeping on the rough ground yet again. There were no objections from Théadan though, certain it would do them both some good to sleep in a proper bed again. They were off soon after waking, once they finished doing a little training with Navia.<br/><br/>Apparently they were getting close to the city of Puri, though Théadan was quick to tease about having his doubts, pretending to suspect they were just heading straight back into the deeper parts of the jungle. They were certainly passing more people on the road though, and as one such person passed them by with wagon full of fabrics, Navia suddenly decided she was in need of new clothes, giving Théadan cause to raise a dubious eyebrow at her. She was bored with what she had, though Théadan couldn't understand why, it all looked pretty on her, the blue she wore was still eye catching. He felt something light against his back, and turned around curiously to see what it was, but saw nothing. There was only Navia wearing a smirk, which gave him some indication whatever it was had come from her.<br/><br/>Along came a very odd series of connections Navia invented for herself simply to justify her 'need' to buy more new clothes, the most glaring of which  was how she worked him into her justification deciding he too was bored of her clothes, and then just to irk him, she threw a scrunched up leaf at him, making him narrow his eyes as he realised once again when his lover was bored, finding ways to get a rise out of him was her way of making entertainment for herself. "Is this what I am destined to have happen to me for the rest of my life?" He asked, directing it as much to himself and the gods, as he was to Navia. "To have things thrown or knocked against me to satiate your boredom?" He shook his head at her provocative actions, but decided to say no more of it, instead taking up the matter of new clothes she was interested in getting.<br/><br/>"Because you've grown bored of your clothes, I must have too, hmm?" He asked, raising his brow at her. "By that reasoning, are you blaming me for your desire to buy more clothes?" It certainly sounded like the kind of thing Navia would do, she always did like blaming him for everything, now that apparently extended to her need for new clothes too. "You haven't even had those for very long, you bought them when we arrived in Khlurios didn't you?" His own clothes he had since setting out from Nygaard, she had survived fine on the journey, though that was likely out of necessity. Now she was back among the Khluri, with all her peoples fashion just a stop in a town away, he supposed she was feeling incredibly tempted to indulge herself. Théadan couldn't let it slip her by however, that for anyone else the clothes she wore were still quite new. "It's scarcely been a week and you're already bored of them? Just how many clothes do you get through?" He couldn't resist needling her further for wanting more clothes, thinking up more and more questions to make it sound all the more ridiculous, while he hid his hand behind himself and Wyndagar from Navia, so he could tug a couple leaves of passing branches. "After wearing them once do they ever even see your body again? Or is this just a recent occurrence due to our travelling forcing it upon you?" With that he threw the scrunched up leaves he had gathered at Navia, as pay back for her attempts to be a nuisance.