Stubborn, even when she was forced to keep her head close to a bucket, Navia remained stubborn, prideful even, insisting it was nothing to be worried about. Whether it was or wasn't was hardly the point though, for Théadan it was just about being there to help in any way he could, just as she had been doing for him through his injuries. When he had needed to do things alone and have his moments of independence, Navia had been happy to give him those moments, likewise when he had needed the help, she was there for him without a moments hesitation. This was no different.<br/><br/>Yet Navia made a good point when she urged him to go see to Wyndagar, who was looking every bit as ill for as Navia because of the motions of the waves. The insistent push she gave on his arm, told Théadan she wanted to be left alone for the moment while she tried to collect herself. Even as she was tossing the waterskin aside to prepare for the next wave, Navia was still giving advice, still trying to help him help Wyndagar. He hated helplessly watching as Navia wretched into the bucket once more, but there was little he could do, even less when she didn't want his help. With a sigh and a shake of his head, Théadan walked over to Wyndagar hoping he would at least accept some help from him.<br/><br/>The horse was uneasy, his head swaying a little, his legs spread a little further apart than usual. Clearly Wyn was unhappy, and unsettled, he even let out a grunt as Théadan approached as a sign all was not well. "Easy Wyn, easy." Théadan spoke softly as his hand rubbed along Wyndagar's side, up his neck, until he was looking into one of his horses frightened eyes. He shook his head at him, and made more unhappy whinnies, but with Théadan at his side, he behaved more calmly. "Shhh-shhh-shhh, akúla my friend." Théadan said, and placed a hand on the flat of Wyn's face, and one on his back. "Lay down, akúla." It took a minute of quiet whispering in Mes'Mo'Tanian, and speaking reassurances, but eventually Wyndagar slowly lowered himself down on unsteady legs, until he was laying one his side.<br/><br/>Théadan pressed his face briefly into Wyndagar's mane as he stroked the horse soothingly through every rise and fall of the wave. Thunder crashed high above, but Wyn remained calm. "What ever am I going to do with the two of you, hmm?" Théadan asked out loud, deciding at the very least bot Wyndagar and Navia might benefit from hearing him talking without having to reply. "Maybe instead of a home by the sea perhaps, one by a lake, or a river?" He pondered, deciding the sea might stir bad memories for these two, and instead they could find themselves picturing somewhere calmer and more serene. "A nice field where Wyndagar can run to his hearts content, with a nice mare we find for him. How does that sound, my friend?" A nickering sound came from Wyndagar as he did his best to remain still.<br/><br/>What would their home look like, Théadan pondered, "A cottage for me and Navia, with a gorgeous view where she can paint her landscapes, somewhere where the sun rises in through our bedroom window to wake us for the day, and sweet smells might flood in through an open window." That would be a quaint place to live, just one of many possibilities they had open before them. Any more pondering Théadan had to put to one side, he spotted the waterskin Navia had thrown to one side. In her haste to find the bucket, the cork had not properly been stuck in, and the contents had all leaked out. With a few quiet assuring word to Wyndagar, telling him to relax, that it would soon pass, Théadan stood, and retrieved the empty water bottle. "I'll go get more water for you." He said to Navia, "I'll be quick."