A maniacal little chuckle left her when Théadan’s hand stopped her from moving atop him, but she soon quieted to listen to him speak, her brows furrowing when she realized how tired he was. She always liked it when they teased and toyed with each other, but if Théadan was really as tired as he sounded, Navia didn’t want to take the teasing any further. She could be proud of herself for having taken advantage of him so forcefully though, it being a feat she considered impressive, given his warrior status. She chuckled again, though far more triumphantly than before, and she nuzzled against him some while she thought of how thrilling it had been to push him around a little to sate her desires and have what she wanted from him. And he was right about his pants. She’d been so desperate for him, she’d merely taken what she’d wanted most out of them, then left them forgotten.<br/><br/>That desperation was exactly why she was so worn out. She laid heavily upon her lover, dangerously close to nodding off into a deep slumber, especially with how soothing his touch was along her back and in her hair. He was talking about how they would each do their part to prepare them for bed so they could rest, but everything he was doing lulled her further into not wanting to move. Voice quiet, hands gentle, lips sweetly kissing her cheek. Even though she knew they needed to move onto the bed better and that Théadan deserved to be just as comfortable as she, Navia was reluctant to move at all. It wasn’t until he mentioned the pillows that her eyes opened and she knew she needed to move. They were staying the night in an inn at her behest, where they had a real bed to sleep in and actual pillows for their heads, not bedrolls and clothing rolled up to rest their heads on. No, they would have to get up and move.<br/><br/>“I’ll get up,” Navia sighed despite knowing it was for the best, “I don’t want you to have to try dragging the both of us.” They were tired after all, in a somewhat awkward position, and the pillows were far away at the top of the bed. Navia at first dawdled however, making no move to get up for a long beat before she finally mustered the resolve to leave her comfy lover’s chest. Groaning, she raised herself up onto her arms, then walked her hands backwards down his chest to slowly push up to sitting again. From that spot, Navia was able to slowly lift her hips to remove his softening member from her core. She took her time, sighing at the sensation of losing him, before she turned and tugged a corner of the blanket over to clean them up. “Only a couple more days and we’ll be in Mandira,” she commented quietly, glancing up at Théadan while she wiped his member free of their mixed releases, “It feels like I could sleep for a couple days once I become reacquainted with my bed.”<br/><br/>They had not had a full, good night’s sleep in a few days, which was part of why Navia had hoped for them to stay in an inn for a night. It would be nothing compared to the large, soft, familiar bed in her home however, and as Navia slid out of Théadan’s lap to sit beside him so she could rid herself of her forgotten underwear, she hoped he would find it just as comfortable as she. “Come on,” she told him softly, reaching out to give his thigh an affectionate squeeze, “Get rid of these pants and come to bed.” While he did so, crawled up to the head of the bed to situate their pillows and pull back the blankets. Navia took a seat to one side, her knees drawn up so she could lean on them while she watched Théadan prepare for bed.<br/><br/>“Do you think it will always be like that?” She asked quietly, dark eyes following his movements while she thought back on the very reason she’d been spurred into pushing him down on the bed. Her expression was earnest, if not a little worried, her hands smoothing up her shins while she continued, “People angry we’re together, I mean. I can understand now when the war only just ended, but a year from now? Ten? Are we always going to have to defend how we feel for each other?” She hesitated before frowning and glancing toward the door, "I know my family will be different, but I...well, I wasn't expecting my people to act like that toward us."