The morning air was warming beneath the sun, but Théadan shivered all the same. Having gotten out of the comfort of a warm bed from a drowsy sleep mere moments ago left him tired and rubbing the sleep from his eyes, and the relative warmth had been far better beneath the sheets, and would have been better still with Navia to help warm him. But that wasn't the case, he had to see the damage done to the vessel with his own eyes. His attention was fixed on Navia as she told him about this island they were heading too. Théadan could see the stop was absolutely necessary, so much of one of the sails had been damaged, it was in desperate need of repair. The ship still worked, but their journey would be stunted without the proper repairs to the ship. Terlingua was the place Risho had chosen for them to stop at, and Théadan had never heard anything about it previously. He could only assume it was a place merchants knew about, but perhaps it was not shared much beyond them.<br/><br/>Staying for a night or two at Terlingua was an interesting prospect, they might have a chance to sleep somewhere that did not constantly rock. Théadan had to wonder whether it would be good to let Wyndagar off the boat during that time, though it might prove a greater struggle getting him back on, now that he knew what to expect of them. While Théadan was pondering their next stop on their journey to Khlurios, Navia had found something to amuse herself with. Hand in hand, she stepped over to some crates, and then walked up them gracefully until she was standing on the wooden beam of the boat, with nothing but seawater on the other side.<br/><br/>Navia's tone was one of mischief when she asked him what he would if she fell in, but Théadan couldn't help but think of it in all seriousness and fear it for the danger it was. His hand tightened on hers slightly with the thought to be certain she did not slip from his grasp. "Save you?" He murmured with a shake of his head, he briefly peaked over the side, at the waves lapping at the hull as the boat cut a path through the water leaving a wake behind it. How cold the ocean must still be even as they drifted ever southwards. "If I dove in after you, it would be you who would have to save me." He replied trying to his hardest to sound humoured, but the worrying truth of it was tough to disguise. He hated the thought because in the water he would be of no help to Navia. It would be him dependent on her.<br/><br/>"I'd certainly cry out for help before leaping in after you, it would do us no good if no one onboard knew, and I fear this ship would never turn around if no one heard." He admitted, looking back and forth to see almost no crew up on deck at present, and therefore too few to immediately come to their aid if it did happen. The thought alone made Théadan fidget a little. "If I have the presense of mind I'll grab a rope that's secured to the ship before diving in." He added before hurriedly changing the subject so he wouldn't have to think about something he feared being helpless to prevent. "You're certainly looking happier now than yesterday." She was playful again, any sign of her illness had gone, hopefully it was a combination of Risho's drink and the storm, though Théadan liked to think there was another reason. "Perhaps you're excited about getting off the boat for a bit and exploring this island we're heading too?"