With Théadan off to help Wyndagar onto the lift that would bring him to the main deck and another step closer to being off the ship, Navia turned back to appraise the port city nearby. Just beyond the maze of docks and ships lay Khluri soil. She was so close to finally setting foot upon it once more. She was about to lean against the rail again to daydream about everything she and Théadan could do once they were off the ship when the sailors’ excited calls to each other caught her attention. Several men were working together to lift the gangplank from its place on the floor of the deck and feed it over the side of the ship, where the dock workers were waiting to help stabilize it. It drew Navia over to it, her dark eyes watching the large wooden piece hoisted into place.<br/><br/>Risho came up beside her to also watch his men work, dark arms crossed over his chest and his voice prideful, “You have returned,<i>Sitvati</i>.”<br/><br/>“I have,” she agreed, tipping her head back to smile up at the captain who had been so kind as to befriend both her and Théadan, “Thank you for a safe journey.”<br/><br/>“<i>Te dveksyati </i>Théadan,” Risho told her quietly, his expression darkening and causing Navia to frown before asking, “Who?”<br/><br/>“All of Khlurios,” his voice was grim when he answered, but could not continue for Théadan’s voice called out from the bowels of the ship that Wyndagar was ready. Risho turned and waved a signal at the men waiting with ropes in hand to begin pulling. Threaded through impressive pullies on the masts, the men used the ropes to cause the lift Théadan and Wyndagar stood upon to slowly rise. It was a slow process, but was perfectly long enough of a time for Navia to scowl over Risho’s warning to her. She did not want Théadan to see however, he knew her emotions far too well and would know something was bothering her, so she forced the thoughts from her mind the moment the top of his head came into view.<br/><br/>It did not take long for Théadan and Wyndagar to join everyone else on the main deck. And once the sailors had the lift secure enough for them to walk off, Navia was moving to close the distance between them, grinning at the fact Wyndagar was so excited. “Is he?” She asked, then laughed when Wyndagar tossed his head and snorted his impatience. She reached out to smooth a hand across the front of the horse’s long face before grinning over at Théadan, “It’s a very exciting day.”<br/><br/>“I go first, then<i>Sitvati</i>,” Risho announced, causing Navia to turn back to see he had gone to stand atop the plank leading down to the pier the ship had been docked upon, “Théadan and horse go after.” He immediately switched to Khluri to tell his men they would have three days off before reporting back to the<i>Uttarana </i>to prepare for another voyage. Amongst the cheers of the sailors, Navia gave Théadan a brief smile before heading to join Risho. The captain held a hand out to help her onto the plank, assistance she was happy to accept simply because she knew Risho wanted to give it, but before she followed Risho down toward the dock, she took a few steps and turned back. Eyes warm, smile wide and hopeful, Navia held out a hand for Théadan to take, trusting he would be able to guide Wyndagar with only one with how determined the horse was to leave the ship. She wanted to go together, to take the next step in their journey toward finally having a life together, to be one where they were unified. Her hair and skirts caught in the breeze, twisting around her as her outstretched palm and fingers awaited the familiar sensation of his larger, rougher hand taking hers, and she beckoned to him, “Come home with me.”