Spending time with Théadan outside of the tiny cabin had been most welcome. Just as much as she enjoyed their games, their passion, their dedication to each other, Navia loved conversing with him. He had an intelligent mind and so many experiences to speak of, that Navia found herself becoming enthralled with every conversation they had. But they could only spend so long out on the chilly, busy main deck before Théadan needed to rest before their evening meal with the captain. She’d gone back down to the bowels of the ship with him and had curled up in the bed with him for a short nap until she’d been unable to keep still. The cabin was just too small and bland for her to stomach it for long periods. By the time she returned to Théadan’s room earlier that evening, she’d spent enough time with Wyndagar to completely brush him down, muck out his area, and bring him fresh water.<br/><br/>Then she’d gone back to wait. With Théadan comfy on the bed, Navia had sat at the bottom with his feet on her lap while she sketched. She’d seen one of the sailors with a sketchbook earlier in the week and had asked him if she could have a couple pages. He’d graciously given her the entire thing, telling her he had another but not arguing when she insisted on paying him for it, and she’d been happy to spend her time toying with the book while Théadan rested. He was her favorite subject to draw for the time being, mostly because she had no landscapes to work with, he was readily available, and she knew human features were her weak spot in her talent. She’d drawn his face, his eyes, his torso, his hands. Sketch after little sketch, some shadowed, some more detailed. She hadn’t shown him just yet, having not yet completed anything she was completely happy with, but it did serve to pass the time.<br/><br/>The knock at the door had brought a welcome break to trying to capture the slant of Théadan’s nose. Navia had closed up the book and answered the door, only to smile when a sailor was there to explain the captain was happy to receive them. After a quick thank you and the door shutting, Navia turned back to see Théadan already moving to sit up and grab a shirt. “It is,” Navia answered, only to smile to herself when Théadan got caught up in his shirt. She knew it was only because his injury still gave him trouble, but she found it cute. Wanting to help, she moved to sit beside him and gently pulled the shirt into place on his body. “I doubt it’s squid,” she chuckled quietly before shrugging, “Chances are the meal is more Mes’Mo’Tanian than Khluri, considering the port they’ve just left. They’ve probably stocked up on foods you know better than I do to last them until they reach Khlurios again.”<br/><br/>The question of any tips she had to keep Théadan from looking silly was harder for her to answer and Navia’s eyebrows furrowed while she reached out to straighten Théadan’s shirt. “The captain does not speak very much of the common tongue,” she admitted quietly, hand stilling on Théadan’s thigh while her dark eyes rose to meet his, “If you ask him a question he does not understand, I’ll make sure to translate for you. He seems to know more than the other men on this ship though, so you can probably carry somewhat of a conversation with him. He also knows your first name so there’s no need to introduce yourself if you don’t want to do so. Other than that, be who you are, Théadan. Anyone who is lucky enough to know the real you will enjoy your company.” And with that said, Navia pressed her lips to his, hoping it would be enough to quell the anxiety he appeared to have.<br/><br/>Out the door they went, with Navia adjusting her dress as they went. It was a simple one she had purchased before they left, but one that actually fit her. Deep blue, it had simple white trim around the neck and wrists, and was far simpler than any gown she would have worn to a dinner in Khlurios. The days of Mes’Mo’Tanian attire were nearing a close for her though, so she did not rue having to wear the gown. Once it was fitting her the way she wanted, Navia reached for Théadan’s hand and together they ascended the stairs that would take them through the cargo deck and up to the main deck where the captain had his quarters and stateroom. They took their time, making sure to go slow in case Théadan needed time to rest, and arriving to the main deck was not without reward.<br/><br/>Stepping out into the frigid sea air, they were welcomed with the bright reds, pinks, and lavenders of a sunset mirrored from sky to sea. It drew a small gasp from Navia at the splendor of it, her hand tensing momentarily on Théadan’s before she looked up at him with a grin. “Look,” she said needlessly, drawn toward the side railing of the ship instead of to the door they needed to enter to reach the captain, “Look how beautiful.”