Like him, Navia began undressing all the heavier outdoor clothes she wore. With them indoors and the room being a pleasant enough temperature, there was no need for the heavier cloaks they had. While Théadan had been busy massaging the ache out of the base of his feet, Navia took notice of his small complaint and promptly fetched something from one of her pockets and tossed it his way as she explained all that extra energy she had would be used to help him relax. Théadan would have grinned at her throw back to their conversation, but he was too busy catching the bottle and making sure it did not slip from his fingers and smash on the floor. Thankfully his hands had long since healed from their injuries, and had their full strength and reactions once more.<br/><br/>The bottle was quite small, it fit neatly between thumb and index finger, but before he could give it anymore attention, Théadan was looking back towards Navia as she explained it would help with his feet and make him smell 'amazing.' He was tempted to pick up on the insinuation that he did not currently smell great, but Navia was quick to pick up on it and act as though he smelled fine as he was. Coupled with her kiss to his forehead, and Théadan had little reason to needle her for it. He watched as she crossed the room towards the small fireplace they had, and with satisfaction he watched as she almost effortlessly started a fire for them both. He could recall hating that he had to let Navia be the one to do it, the feeling of helplessness he had as all he could do was instruct her. But now that he could watch her start a fire without aid, Théadan had to wonder why he felt it such a problem before, it was a chore she took pleasure in doing and meant he could happily sit and watch. He supposed it was because he was injured at the time, and hated not being able to help.<br/><br/>Firelight danced in Navia's eyes, the warm glow embracing her, she looked so content, and admitted her satisfaction at being able to start fires. Her gaze fell on him again, and her appreciation for him teaching her this skill caught him off guard. Théadan smiled back at her and gave a small shrug, it had been necessary at the time. Of course if she ever wished to learn something from him, he would teach her as best as he was able, but the fire had been crucial for their survivial. Even so, Théadan couldn't help but think of the journey they had been on after leaving Nygaard, and how they had both leaned on each other when they had needed it more. "I'm certain you've been showing me that appreciation frequently." He smiled, and added. "So I might have<i>some</i>idea of how much you appreciate it."<br/><br/>He thought back to that first freezing night when they needed the fire, and she had to be the one to find the firewood. How he had forgotten the flint to start it with, and how she had to learn the most basic way of doing it. "You picked it up quickly, and it was just as well. Without each other I doubt either one of us would have been able to make that journey." Unwanted thoughts of the more trying moments came to his mind, of that first hunt, the wolves attacking them, even the Beast. He shook his head to be rid of them, instead focusing on what was in his hand in the hope it would distract him. Théadan held the vial up into the light, looking into it as though it might reveal some hidden secret about itself. "So what is this, an oil of some kind?" He gave it a shake, then uncorked it and took a sniff. It was sweet to his nose, a little flowery even, though Théadan could not place what kind it was. "It smells pretty." He commented and put the cork back in so none would spill. He eyed everything else Navia had put down and wondered, "While wandering those markets, have you by chance bought us anything else to enjoy while we're here?"