Théadan should have known better than to doubt Navia, ordinarily he wouldn't have, but he was tired, hurting, and desperate. He knew his wound was causing him such trouble that if the captain remained resolute and refused Wyndagar boarding, he would likely not be able to get back to the bed at the Eyles home. What then would be decided between him unable to leave the ship and Wyndagar unable to board. Théadan had used up all his strength getting to this point, and all his worrying was not helping him any. He could tell Navia was worrying for him too, it was obvious he was not in a good way, but her hand at his cheek was comforting, as was her name for him and the reassurance she understood. She would not let Wyndagar be parted from them any sooner than he.<br/><br/>He tried his best to relax, to let Brydon take his weight, Théadan trusted Navia, and nodded just before she turned back towards the captain. The side of her he considered the duchess came to the fore, the part of Navia's personality he had first met. The one which blended ferocity, defiance, and an air of righteous fury. When Navia felt something unjust was happening, this was the side he had come to expect to witness, and he was so pleased to see it appear in defence of Wyndagar. He had no clue what was said, but he could tell by the look on the Captain's face he had not been prepared for such a tongue lashing from the Duchess. He had no choice to soak it up, after a minute, his hands rose up in the air in defeat.<br/><br/>The Captain moved over to Wyndagar, and Théadan watched him suspiciously, only for him to bow and greet Wyndagar in the same manner he had witnessed Navia do that first time they had met. That helped calm Théadan further, but not as much as Navia confirming he had agreed for Wyndagar to come with them. "Thank you." He uttered to Navia graciously. Wyndagar was guided over to the centre of the ship, to stand upon a platform. Navia again was the one to do the translating, explaining Wyndagar would be lowered, and that they would have a room by the cargo hold to keep Wyndagr company. "Good, that's good." He muttered, as Brydon helped guide him on to the platform to stand beside Wyndagar.<br/><br/>Théadan rested a companionable hand on Wyn's mane to help keep them both calm as the sound of the chains supporting the lift began to crank as they were slowly lowered downwards. Hooves clopped unsteadily at the sight of lowering, but Wyn's black eye stared at Théadan watching him to see if there was any need to worry. Théadan gave him no reason to. "Follow Navia down, we'll meet in their room, and do our goodbyes there." Brydon said to Silva while being lowered down. The lift was heavy enough with a horse and a couple of people on board, it did not need more adding to it.<br/><br/>The lift descended down stopping just above the bowels of the ship, there was only one more level below them. Lanterns had been lit to help keep light in the area, but there was a lot of wood, rope, and plenty of unopened crates that had been loaded on. Enough that a stowaway could likely hide in one and not be found until journey's end. What they all contained, Théadan had no idea, his attention was on the Khluri saying something he did not understand, and then pointing towards the rear of the ship. There was room back there, enough for Wyndagar to stand and have made into a makeshift stall for him. How he would take to being stuck down here for a month, Théadan was unsure. "Come Wyn." Théadan spoke as Brydon stepped forwards, and the sailor helped guide Wyndagar over to his place. Théadan briefly pressed his hand to Wyn's face to reassure him it would be okay, but Brydon was pulling him on and towards a cabin door.<br/><br/>"You can check on the horse later, Théadan." He said, airing some of his annoyance at how badly Théadan had disregarded his own health, as he opened the cabin door and to get Théadan inside and resting on a bed. "Right now I need to get you sorted."