The first pillow smacked Théadan in the face and a triumphant laugh escaped Navia when his expression changed. Like he did with many of her attempts to get a rise out of him, he remained calm despite the pillows sailing in his direction. Someday she would figured out a way to get a rise out of him right away, but until then she was content with sending harmless pillows in his direction as payback for talking about dreaming of other duchesses. At least he agreed she had done well in shining a kind light on him instead of antagonizing him all evening; his admission of that and how he’d missed her more impish side had her grinning at him briefly at him. She probably would have stopped throwing pillows at him after such a compliment, but Théadan went on.<br/><br/>She couldn’t resist throwing one more pillow at him, but then she paused to listen to him point out it was a shame she didn’t care about the reward, her gaze narrowing. She regarded him aloofly, watching how he was able to deflect her pillow-throwing by using one as a shield. It was all that damn training of his, coming into handy at the oddest times. Out of spite, partially out of irritation he had deflected her pillow so easily and also because he was pointing out how she’d refused him, Navia tossed another pillow Théadan’s way, but it was poorly thrown and spun out into the jungle beyond their windows. Eyes wide, she watched before looking to Théadan and meeting his owlish gaze with one of her own. He laughed, she proudly grinned at him for getting a laugh out of him, and she promptly lost that expression upon Théadan announcing it had been her pillow.<br/><br/>Navia’s gaze first touched on the pillow Théadan was holding more tightly before drifting back out to the window again, where the pillow was likely lost in the understory or floor of the forest. Shrugging, Navia turned back to secure a pillow to use during the night, only to realize that had been the last pillow on the bed. Nose scrunching up while she tried to decide what to do about such a problem, Navia looked back to Théadan, gaze zeroing in on the pillow he was holding. It was unlikely she could wrestle it from him; he was stronger and she had not been successful in trying to yank things from him in the past. A pout began to form on her lips as it appeared she would be pillowless throughout the night because of her careless need to throw things at her lover.<br/><br/>“And you act as though you wouldn’t share with me,” Navia whined, eying his pillow again and taking a couple steps closer, still unsure of what her plan was. She just knew she was going to end up with a pillow somehow. “Here I am, pregnant and exhausted, and I won’t be able to sleep because my lover won’t share his pillow,” Navia had to bite back the urge to laugh at her own words, watching Théadan carefully as she inched closer, “And just tonight you told Osa you would take care of me. If she could just see you now…” The realization she had a new game she could play with Théadan, Navia’s expression turned craftier until she noticed the pillows lying on the ground around him. She was content to let him think she was coming for the one he kept close, then surged forward at the last instant to careen around him and snatch up one of the pillows off the floor with an evil laugh.<br/><br/>Navia kept up with the momentum of grabbing up the pillow so swiftly and hurried over to jump onto the bed with her captured pillow. She knelt in the center of the bed, a smug smirk on her lips as she held the pillow in her lap. “You know what<i>is </i>mine? This bed,” she announced, her near-black eyes dancing with mischief, “Aaaaall mine. You can either sleep on the chaise on the balcony or say why I’m better than all those other duchesses so you can join me.”