There was little chance Théadan would allow the downstairs scene to go unexplained, but Navia still hoped for it and pretended as if nothing major had happened. She had been hungry when they first entered the tavern, but as she pulled back the cloth to see what had been packed for them, Navia struggled with the desire to eat. It was a shame too, the Khluri meat pies looked savory and included there was a dish of dipping sauce she had always liked. She started to tell Théadan what the innkeeper had given them, but he was demanding to know what had been said. Sighing, remaining facing the wall and dresser, Navia gazed up at the ceiling, trying to decide what should be said. His voice was more curt than usual, laced with stress from the warning she’d given him and the precaution of keeping a sword near their bed for the night.<br/><br/>“It really doesn’t matter,” she answered with a silver of heat in her voice at first, not wanting to have to say to Théadan what had been said of him, but he was moving on to asking about the safety of the horses. It caused Navia frown as she considered it. “The horses are safe,” Navia answered with a firmness in her voice, “We don’t just ‘treat them well’, Théadan. They’re sacred to us.” She had not personally heard of anyone stealing horses or harming them, but she knew Khlurios was not perfect. It had probably happened at some point. Even so, she had seen one thing behind that bar that assured the horses' safety in her mind, a little statue. “The innkeeper favors praying to Equos over the other gods, so he will not allow anything to happen with them in his stable. Wyndagar and Vari will be fine.” She could not fault him for worrying though, she probably should have expected he would think of the horses.<br/><br/>She also expected Théadan not to give up wanting to know what was said about him, so with a heavy sigh Navia crossed to the bed and sat upon it. She didn’t want to say it, didn’t want to upset him further, but she also knew Théadan could have a stubbornness that rivaled her own. “They called me a traitor,” she started, hands folding neatly in her lap after reaching up to unbutton the first couple buttons on her dress. Shrugging, Navia looked up at Théadan with a pained expression, “The innkeeper said I shame my country by bringing one of the ‘fucking pale devils’ here. So I told him you were peaceful and were of no harm to anyone, that we just wanted a room for the night. But the other man…the one who was sitting at the counter…” Her nose wrinkled some with her distaste of what she needed to say, “He pretty much said I probably needed a room to spend the night sucking you off so you’d be too tired to kill me.” Navia paired the words with a droll eye roll, expression not unlike the one she had sent the rude man.<br/><br/>“Anyway, after I insisted we were only passing through and would be gone early tomorrow so we would not cause any disruptions, the innkeeper passed over the key. I figured it safer for us to eat up here, so I asked for a meal to go and I thought everything would be fine. But then that rude man yelled after us and it just…well, it worried me. I wanted to answer him, I wanted to make sure he would have no way to make good on what he said. Now I don’t think anything would actually happen, I would think the innkeeper would not want violence happening in his establishment, but I would feel safer having one of the swords within reach because…” Navia paused to reach out gingerly to Théadan, eyes beseeching his not to worry, “It scared me. The idea of you being taken from me again is one I cannot even bear to consider. He said not to be surprised if I woke up to an empty side of the bed in the morning…”