There was pause as a fleeting look of surprise passed over Navia's features, then she was looking around the room giving Théadan reason to do the same as he wondered what it was she was looking for, only for Navia to press the journal back into his hands while she sorted herself into a more comfortable position to begin writing from. She shifted herself onto the bed, crawling on to it giving him a view that had his head cocking to a side in appreciation as she laid herself down across the sheets, with her feet near the head of the bed. Flicking her hair over her shoulder so it would not get in the way, Navia asked for the book again, and Théadan offered it to her for her to begin writing. His eyes lingered on her for a moment, watching as she dipped the quill in the ink and began writing the beginning of her entry, the blue feather drifting back and forth with every stroke, caressing the underside of her chin when she stopped to think what she would write next.<br/><br/>It was enjoyable for Théadan to watch Navia take part in his pastime, there was a thrill in it for him knowing her would get to share this part of his life with her, and have their story written down and told by them both. '<i>Together in all things</i>.' It was a phrase that had come up between them a number of times, and really seemed to define the relationship to Théadan, they were equals, they would not be parted, and most of all they wanted to share everything about themselves. It was by far the most fulfilling relationship Théadan had ever had. He left her to it for the time being, figuring she would be at it for a little while, in the mean time he reluctantly placed his sword by the bed within arms reach, and double checked to make sure the room was locked and no one could enter. Once satisfied, he returned to the bed, sitting the opposite end from Navia, removing his shirt and dumping it on the floor before laying back on the bed, and using the pillows to prop himself up as he watched his lover write.<br/><br/>His eyes ran along the length of her body, from how she propped herself upon her elbows, to how her back sloped downwards to her waist, only to rise again for the curve of her buttocks. Théadan could happily take so much pleasure just from watching her, he let his hand rest on her calf muscle, his fingers lazily stroking circles on the flesh. Her head dipped a little, blowing across the page to help the ink dry before pushing the book his way and asking him if it was good. He smiled back at her before picking it up to read through her entry. She hadn't just written of today, but introduced their story from back where it had so unexpectedly began. It was wonderful to read her thoughts, to have them committed to paper so the feelings they felt could be relived again and again whenever they sat down to read this journal. The grin Théadan wore only widened at how what she had written about inexhaustible supply of desire they seemed to have for each other.<br/><br/>The read was a good one, he would not change a word of what Navia wrote. "Perfect." Théadan said in reply to her question, thoroughly pleased with the first entry into their journal. "There will be many more pages for us to write in and fill with our experiences and love." And he could not wait to fill the journal out with those experiences, for them to enjoy years down the line as they recalled everything they had been through to be together. It was likely their journey to Mandira would give them plenty of occasions to write entries into the journal too. "I'll have to do the next entry, I suppose it'll be after we've been to Lamph, and experienced this spa of yours you so want to show me." He said thoughtfully, closing the book now that the ink was dry, and setting it on the bedside table neatly out of the way. "What am I to expect of this place?" He was curious, unsure entirely of what to expect of it. He had never been to a spa after all. Mes'Mo'Tan had plenty of wash houses, and the occasional hot spring that was so richly treasured, but a spa would be a new experience.