Théadan was met with a sardonic tone to his comments. Navia did not believe him for one second that he did not enjoy all the ways she found to annoy him, claiming that it was for both their sakes to keep them entertained. She sounded so certain he would be utterly bored without all the little ways she made a nuisance of herself when there were lulls in what they were doing. Théadan was shaking his head at the idea in denial of it, though now trying to follow the sound of her voice in order to find her. Instead he found her shoe, as it hit him in the stomach causing him to let out a brief yelp in surprise. "Ah!" He managed to catch the shoe before it fell away, feeling it over to discover just what it was she had thrown at him, before rolling his eyes. "You know that wasn't far off hitting me in the crotch!" She would probably just find it amusing though unless he had ended up genuinely hurt.<br/><br/>There had been footsteps in the immediate moments after she had thrown one of her Khussas at him, but the shoe hitting him had prevented him from following. He continued around the hay bales as Navia once again called out to him, though a little further away now. She was suggesting he think of all he could get done without her around, the journal entries he could write, what he could teach Wyndagar. Both seemed a little bit of a stretch to him Wyn was already fully trained, there was nothing more he needed to teach, and his journals were written when he had something worth saying. It didn't stop Navia from going on to suggest that he would find Mandira to be one big vacation away from her. He shook his head at the ridiculousness of the suggestion, but before he could reply another shoe was flying across the room, this one ending up hitting some hay with a thud drawing his attention.<br/><br/>He moved over to where the shoe had ended up, feeling around in the hay until he found Navia second khussas, so he was now carrying both of her shoes. "I always write what I want to write in the journal regardless of what you tell me too." Théadan decided to point out as he shook the hay from the shoe and then returned his attentions towards trying to find Navia. "If you suggest something good I add it, but the entries are in the end always my own, as they always have been." There was still no sign of her, he had not caught a glimpse of Navia, not even when the lightning flashed. She remained well hidden, and barefoot as she was, she was good at remaining quiet. "But a journal is difficult to write if I lead a boring life with nothing happening to me." Théadan continued on, straining his eyes to see through the dark and try to get a glimpse of any movement. "A Duchess throwing her shoes at me might make a footnote in one entry mind." His attention did briefly shift back to the shoes as a devious plan of his own came to mind. She was always the one stealing from him, but now she had given up her shoes for the sake of a distraction, a mistake he could make her pay for later.<br/><br/>"Being away from you definitely won't be a vacation." Théadan called out to her, as he took the opportunity of being hidden in the dark to hide her shoes away in some hay, certain he would be able to make Navia squirm a little bit when she tried to find them the next morning. "That spa was the closest thing we've had to one." The shoes were now tucked away in the centre bale of hay, satisfied she wouldn't be finding them any time soon, Théadan continued his search for her, happy he now had something to turn things around on her. "What I'll have to do is find something to occupy my time while you're away, and make sure I give you every reason to always come hurrying back into my arms." He was sure Navia would seek him out whenever she was done getting through her responsibilities in Mandira, but he would definitely have to find something to occupy his time. Unfortunately his skillset had been rather limited to war, and that was one area he was intent on not putting to use again.