Théadan now carried a sack with him that caught her eye and she curiously considered snagging it so she could inspect what he purchased. That seemed rude though, and he could have gotten her a surprise, so Navia refrained and took the arm he offered. Her hand was snug in the crook of his elbow and as they began down the road that would lead them to the water, she decided she liked walking with him in such a way. It kept her close to him, their shoulders and arms brushing companionably, and she was able to lean her chin up on his shoulder and smile at him while they walked and she thought of how to answer his question. He hadn’t been meant to see the little burlap bundle, so Navia added a nonchalant shrug to go with her casual smile.<br/><br/>“Just some extra clothing,” she answered, “I’ve grown weary of wearing the same outfits over and over.” It was a necessary evil, she knew; they hadn’t been able to pack as much as she would have liked when they first boarded the<i>Uttarana</i>. “You also appear to have found more items to purchase judging by that bag of yours,” Navia pointed out, glancing down to give the sack a meaningful look, “Hopefully you’ll show me what you bought once we find a room for the night.” They probably needed to do that before anything else, but she was also becoming hungry. The market had been filled with various tempting smells, stirring her hunger.<br/><br/>The road they walked upon was crowded, though many people were veering off to enter the various buildings they passed. With the sun beginning its descent toward the earth’s horizon, Navia assumed others were doing just the same as them, looking for a meal to enjoy and a place to stay for the night. How wonderfully normal it felt; how different from how their lives had been a month ago, a week, even a day. Now that they were away from Mes’Mo’Tan and off the ship for the time being, Navia realized how incredibly relaxing it was to be free of their biggest worries. Especially on an island where no one but their ship’s crew knew who they were.<br/><br/>The building Navia had spotted from the overlook in the market came into view at the road curved and led down to the docks. Comprised of three floors and painted white, it boasted flags from several nations and small balconies from what appeared every room they boarded.<i>Waters Edge Tavern</i>was written in the common tongue above the double doors leading in, but a smaller sign beneath had its name written in several languages. “So we’ll ask if they have a room overlooking the ocean, right?” Navia looked up at Théadan once more as they neared and their booted feet stepped up the steps leading into the tavern. “And maybe we should ask if they could bring a meal up for us? Do you think they’d do that?” She asked, but as soon as they stepped into the smoky, dimly lit tavern, they were met with an explosion of music, loud voices, and laughter. “That way we can watch the sunset,” Navia finished, rising onto her toes so she could be closer to Théadan’s ear and give him a chance of hearing her.