Navia seemed to relax a little as they spoke talk of her brother and her appearance helping to settle her, as well as the comfort of being able to hold each other again. The shock of having been pulled apart had passed, and Théadan supposed now she could see for herself that he was unharmed and none the worse for wear, she could put any of those worries at ease. She gave a reason for why she was now so well dressed now, needing her cousin to take her seriously, and he only would if she looked every bit the duchess she was. Théadan hadn't really considered how their clothes might affect such perceptions, and hadn't really considered how Navia's dresses might change once she was home, at least not beyond his own pleasures of seeing her in different dresses. He supposed however that this was simply the way for Khluri, he would have to adjust and get used to the sight of people being dressed in clothes with such astonishing amounts of detail sown into them, and little jewels placed here and there to make them sparkle.<br/><br/>That Navia was having to sneak around was frustrating to hear, Théadan had not anticipated her being denied her freedom to roam the palace as she pleased. She had succeeded in her finding her way to him regardless, and he had come to expect no less of her, pleased with her efforts to see him. Even if Kazim or Yousef showed up and angrily told Navia to leave the cell, at the very least they would get to see the two of them together, and that sight might help if they saw they truly were in love. She was rising on her toes to pressing her lips to his seeking a kiss, one which grew all the more demanding as her hands tightened on his shirt and held him too her as she deepened it. Théadan let himself sink into it, enjoying her taste on his lips and making the most of it, he could not be sure when he might have another after all. Only for Navia to suddenly pull back and blurt out she had remembered.<br/><br/>His brow raised at her as she pecked another kiss to his lips and she was quickly explaining why his journals had arrived. Navia surprised Théadan with this, it was not something he had thought about, yet her considersation had ensured some of his journals would find their way back into his care. He had to be thankful to Captain Culruus too, again he had helped him reminding him that he did at least leave Mes'Mo'Tan with some people thinking well of him. She brought herself closer to him, her voice taking a hushed tone as she asked about what else he liked about her dress, but first Théadan felt the need to thank her, pressing a brief kiss to her lips. "If I wasn't stuck in this cell I would show you just how thankful I am for you having my journals sent here." He said softly, hands resting on her hips. Any other time he would have been tugging at her dress, or showering her in kisses until they found themselves sinking to the floor. But this was not the place for that, and even if he were that desperate for her, he did not want their first time together in her home to be in a dungeon. "It was very thoughtful, and I am glad to see them here. I feared they would have ended up being burnt had my family discovered them."<br/><br/>In all likelihood she had saved his journals by sending that letter to Armen, so he pressed another pair of kisses to her lips in gratitude, making a mental note to properly thank her for it once he was out of this cell. Théadan turned his attention back to her final question however, as well as her change of appearance as a whole. "If you plan on keeping those earrings you will have to show me how to remove them." He said, as thoughts of not being able to do it right and causing Navia discomfort made the notion of fiddling with them unattractive. "As for this gown..." He murmured and leaned back to look downwards and take in the sight of the pale pink dress, complete with all it's intricate designs and the beading across her chest. "I feel this beading is purposefully there to draw my eyes to your chest, or perhaps that's just where my eyes naturally head." He said with a grin and a shrug, before looking at it more closely wanting to give a proper opinion on it for her. "It's pretty, but I always think deeper colours compliment your skin better, and I worry the bottom of it may get ruined in this water if your not careful."<br/><br/>Théadan pressed one more kiss to her lips before he sort to address the current predicament they were facing. "Navia, do you have any suggestions for what I can do to help?" He asked, hoping she might be able to think of something. Right now he had not been given an opportunity to prove he truly was intent on making amends to Khlurios and its people. He supposed he was dependent on Navia to help create that opportunity, but it would be up to him to seize and impress upon Kazim, Yousef, and anyone else who granted him even a moment to listen, that he truly did regret his actions in the war. "I trust you to do everything in your power to help me get out of here, but I really could do with a little guidance to help me when they do eventually come to talk to me."