Navia scoffed at Théadan for calling her a troublemaker, but she did not engage with him further, knowing they needed to get moving if they wanted to make it to Mandira before nightfall. Instead she left the men to figure out how to interact with each other despite the language barrier in favor of preparing her horse for departure. Her bags were added to Vari’s saddle and Navia took the time to ensure they were closed up and safe from falling off the saddle, especially the one that had an ever-so-important necklace stashed away inside. She kept an ear out for the conversation Théadan was having with the farmer though, just in case he really did need her help. It sounded as though the farmer could probably infer what Théadan was telling him, apart from the blame their tardiness was her fault. Navia looked Théadan’s way for calling her troublesome, her gazing narrowing at him, but she said nothing for the time being.<br/><br/>Silence filled the barn for a few minutes while Théadan collected Wyndagar and led him over to join Vari, the farmer fed the pair of horses, and Navia double-checked the straps on Vari’s saddle to make sure they were all in place. Soon Navia was noticing the farmer’s interest in Wyndagar though, and she smiled lightly to herself while she slid around Varinata to assist Théadan with tacking up his horse. She could tell the man had not seen a horse as large and regal as Wyndagar before and had a feeling that would likely be the reaction most Khluri had to him. They so loved horses and Wyndagar was unique, especially compared to the often smaller, lighter Khluri breed. Working in silence to add Théadan’s bags to his saddle, Navia watched as Théadan introduced himself and his horse, it tugging at her heart that he was trying to make friends with the Khluri stranger who had helped them.<br/><br/>“Rahul,” the man answered, tapping his own hand to his chest in a manner that mirrored the way Théadan had done so, the smile on his face obviously showing that he was pleased to know Théadan’s name. “<i>Tu asyah Navia</i>,” Navia added after hearing the man introduce himself, giving him a little wave over Wyndagar’s back while she gave one of the bags a tug to ensure it would not fall while they rode. Once she was satisfied and knew the horses were ready to leave once they were finished eating, Navia rounded the horse’s to join Théadan’s side. Her hand slid into his, fingers intertwining with his while she smiled gratefully at the farmer, “<i>Dhanyu por te prasadin, Rahul</i>.”<br/><br/>The farmer nodded while offering another handful of grain to the hungry horses, his dark eyes jumping between the couple standing before him as a curious question left him. Navia blinked at the man for a beat before tilting her head back to look up at Théadan, “He wants to know how we met.” How to handle such a question was something they were going to likely have to discuss before they reached Mandira. Before it had not really mattered what they said; but they were swiftly approaching an entire city that would likely find out how they had met. Choosing not to start with Rahul, Navia returned her attention to him to tell him they had met during the war. She expertly changed the subject, thanking him again for coming to their rescue and letting them stay in the barn for the night. Nodding, he held out the bag he had been feeding the horses from, insisting Théadan take it. “<i>Padyate</i>,” he told Théadan with a smile, then turned his attention to Navia to let out a string of Khluri. “He wants you to keep the grain,” Navia told Théadan, “And that he is going to tend to his horses so we can finish whatever we need to leave. Do you have anything else you need to do before we go? Or are you ready?” Her voice lowered then and she looked up at him with dramatically narrowed eyes, "By the way, I'm definitely getting you back for saying us taking so long was my fault, you liar."