It was frustrating for Théadan to be unable to stand up under his own strength, that helpless feeling he so hated continued to linger, he had put up with it far too much in the past month. First it was his hands and him being unable to do simple mundane tasks with his fingers, like starting a fire, or shooting a bow. Now it was his legs protesting against him, it took some mental fortitude to keep assuring himself that he would be fully fit with time, he just needed patience. This was helped immeasurably by the constant and reassuring presence of Navia, who had helped him through all these struggles. He had hated being dependent on her at first, but with time his opinion had changed, Théadan liked how much he could trust in Navia. She was supportive and patient, and as she laid a kiss to his lips, he thought of how sweet she was too.<br/><br/>Navia took his other hand into her own, and together they pulled him up from the bed he had felt trapped on for a week. His legs ached, they wanted to yield and just let him crumple too the floor, but with a helpful arm around his waist courtesy of Navia, he did not do so. Théadan was standing and he couldn't help but smile when Navia remarked how it hadn't been that bad. He was tempted to tell her otherwise. She explained she needed to go down and give Silva the money for Ragná and Ivarn, once he was dressed, adding the offer to help him down the stairs, or for her to come back up if he so preferred.<br/><br/>Now that Théadan was standing, he worried if he was left alone without someone to lean on, he would just end up collapsing back into bed, and they would have to wait even longer to board the boat. It wasn't an option in his mind. "If you leave, I'll have to take a seat again." He said with a glance ruefully back at the bed as though it was monster lurking behind him, there was no way he was going to spend another moment in it. "If I sit down I don't know if I'll be able to stand up again." He hated to admit that much, but it was true, and it was better if Navia knew standing was taking a lot of effort.<br/><br/>Théadan's gaze looked towards the clothes Navia had cleaned for him. The shirt he had worn when the Beasr had attack was ruined from the blade that carved a hold in it and him. But he did mercifully have a spare set which Navia had gotten ready for him once he was fit enough to stand. "I'd prefer it if you helped me get dressed and down the stairs." He decided as he shifted to move himself closer to the clothes. "We can surprise Silva, Brydon and even Ingrid with me being up and about." He said with a small smile. "I'd quite like to see the little one's reaction to me finally being up and about." Her enthusiasm and excitement was infectious, though he felt quite drained for having gotten to his feet, Théadan was sure he would feel a bit better seeing Ingrid's reaction. "Besides, I've only seen this one room of the house so far, it's high time I saw some more of it."