While Théadan continued to recuperate and grow stronger, Navia did her best to prepare them for their newest travels. She washed what clothing they had with pointers from Silva, scrubbed down Wyndagar as best she could since she figured it would be the last bath he’d have for a while, and ventured to the markets again. With the emerald in her pocket, Navia had gone out on her own and had soon found a Khluri vendor interested in purchasing the gem. He had a cart of various items, many of which were minerals or stones. He sold them to Mes’Mo’Tanians for various health reasons, he had explained to her, but also did business with Khluri merchants bringing stones from Mes’Mo’Tan to Khlurios to be made into jewelry. The size of the emerald had caught his eyes immediately, but he had seen the hesitation in Navia’s face upon giving it up, the sadness in her dark eyes when she handed it over.<br/><br/>He had given her a fair price for the jewel, an amount that would easily fund everything she’d planned. What she hadn’t expected was for the man to procure a large metal spike and heavy hammer. Right before her eyes, much to her dismay, the vendor had split her emerald into nearly a dozen smaller jewels with an ease and precision that had told her he’d done it before. Pockets full of money and heart bruised, Navia had turned away only to be stopped. With a smile and a comment on how he could tell the emerald meant much to her, the man had placed one of the emerald pieces in the palm of her hand.<br/><br/>Deciding she would surprise Théadan when they next needed a little sunshine in their lives, Navia had happily pocketed the small emerald and thanked the man profusely before moving on to buy the supplies they needed. Clothing for each of them, a sack of apples for Wyn as well as hay tied in a compact bundle that she struggled with carrying. Once she’d returned to the Eyles family home, Navia had hidden the hay and apples from Wyndagar outside and returned to Théadan’s side. They’d spent much of their time discussing what else needed to be done before they left and wrote everything they wanted to do in Khlurios down in Théadan’s journal. The night before they were to leave, Navia had been a bundle of nervous energy. She had used up most of it packing and repacking their bags until she had everything they needed safely stored away.<br/><br/>By that morning, Navia was itching to move on, mostly out of nervous anticipation. She worried about how Théadan would fare on a ship, on how Wyndagar would, even how she would. She still tended to throw up at the most random of times, but it was often due to smells. She tried to ignore it and had been successful enough in hiding it, Théadan had likely not even noticed. Her worries were warranted in her mind, especially while she stood by Théadan’s side and held his hand while he tried to find the strength to stand. It wrenched at her heart to see him struggle to do so and even more so when he looked to her for help. Instead of answering right away, choosing to provide him with some comfort first, Navia bent to bring her lips to his for a gentle kiss. “I’ll always help you,” she assured him, then reached out to take his other hand so she could help lift him from the bed.<br/><br/>Once he was up and standing, Navia slid an arm around Théadan’s waist to not only help support him, but hold him close. She smiled up at him before pointing out, “That wasn’t so bad, was it? We need to finish getting you dressed and I need to go down and give Silva the money for her parents. Do you want to go down with me or should I run down and then come back up for you?”