Navia assured Théadan he had the Captain's name right on his first attempt. Her hand rose up to cup his cheek and guide their lips to another soft tender meeting, it was a sweet attempt to quell his worry, one that left Théadan smiling, even as he repeated the Captain's name three more times. "Ree-show, Ree-show, Ree-show." He uttered, making sure it stuck in his mind so he wouldn't make any mistakes whenever he spoke to the man. Navia's gaze returned to the ocean as she considered what he needed to know about the Khluri culture he was soon going to be living amongst. He had not had the time for it when last he travelled there, his family had not cared to learn, and he had found little in the libraries to teach himself of it. He listened intently to Navia as she spoke.<br/><br/>It wasn't any great deal of a surprise to Théadan that the Khluri stuck to calling a royal by their title, even in Mes'Mo'Tan it took a while for those they met to get comfortable calling him Théadan, and the dividing lines in Khluri society seemed a little more pronounced. Though it caused him to wonder what the Khluri sailor thought of him calling Navia by her name rather than her title. "<i>Sitvati.</i>" He repeated after her, trying to store that one in his memory should he need to ask that sailor Navia's whereabouts again. The mention of pushing a plate away at anytime during a meal was considered offensive to the host, had Théadan casting his mind back to through times he could remember eating with Navia. When they were in Castle Hysta, had she done just that in Rhodon's presence? He wasn't sure, he couldn't quite remember, but it wouldn't have surprised him if she had done so considering Rhodon's actions that evening.<br/><br/>Théadan's attention remained fixed on Navia, watching her staring off into the ocean as she recounted another Khluri custom, sitting according to status. He had to wonder whether he would be granted that honour in their customs, or being Mes'Mo'Tanian would the nobles of her country make him sit last. Regardless for their meal, it would probably be best he sat last for now to hide his true identity. There was no sense in giving any indications of who he was. Théadan's thoughts were caught up on the matter, that he scarcely noticed anything drifting passed them, until Navia pointed it out to him. The iceberg was floating passed them quite serenly, one of the things he had wanted to show her, and she had no idea what it was, only that she thought it was pretty.<br/><br/>A smile spread across his lips as he got to take in one of the moments he had hoped to have with Navia on this voyage, but the smile swiftly broke into a laugh once Navia whispered in his ear that it reminded her of the furnace room. Oh if only he wasn't still recovering, Théadan had to stifle his laughter so no one else heard, but he smiled at Navia and again pressed a kiss to her lips. "As well it should." He replied softly, still smiling. "It's ice, my love. A small floating island of it, and quite common this far north." He looked at it to see more of it's detail, the tops were carved into sheer edges where it had cracked and broken, jagged and rough from where it had departed an ice shelf. But the lower half, where waves would occasionally splash against it, that was more worn, melted into little over hangs that would eventually collapse.<br/><br/>"They break away from lands where ice remains year round, and slowly float along the ocean currents south." He explained to her, pointing to the unmelted parts of the iceberg, before pointing down to its bottom half. "They melt long before they have a chance to reach the likes of Khlurios. We in Mes'Mo'Tan call them icebergs." He said, and cuddled closer to Navia to savour the sight with her. "I had so hoped to get to see one with you, I'm glad I was able to get up on deck today to do so." He felt in a much better mood now than he had felt for a long time. There was precious little hanging over him, no immediate dangers, no fears, and a lot less guilt. He could just enjoy his time with his lover. "See how the sailors keep us a good distance from it?" He said, noting how the ship manoeuvred around it, giving it a wide berth. "It is far bigger beneath the waters than it is above, the sailors can't see below the surface, but many ships have had their hulls ruptured by passing to close to one of these."