The answer Navia received was not what she had been expecting, causing her to pause in reaching for a piece of chicken. She blinked over at Théadan in surprise he was acting as though she had asked him to do something he didn’t want to do. Did he not want to put the news into the journal at all? Or did he not want to have the honor? She had thought he would leap at the offer to have him write the first entry of many where their child would be the subject. She was beginning to feel hurt seep into the relaxed mood she’d been in while he began listing reasons why she had not earned the pleasure of him writing in the journal, but then he was chuckling and she could tell he’d been teasing her. A relaxed smile forming on her dark lips, Navia shook her head wryly that she’d fallen for his mock seriousness for a few moments.<br/><br/>His expression turned guiltier and Navia was soon snorting at the reminder he’d switched gears on how their evening was supposed to go the night before. Shaking her head, she finished the piece of chicken and reached for more of the vegetables. “Things got away from you?” Her tone was one of disbelief and she had to force back the urge to roll her eyes at Théadan before she shook her head and laughed, “You threw all our plans out the window with no regard for how I felt about it.” After a pause, Navia grinned brightly at Théadan, “Much like I did to that pillow.” Their game had been entertaining for her until he’d tried to pin her on the bed and she’d escaped his clutches, only to trigger his need to chase her down and claim her as his own. It had been a fun evening, but far different from what they had planned, so Navia completely understood the journal would have needed to wait.<br/><br/>“We have time now though,” Navia shrugged, popping another carrot into her mouth before twisting to grab her bag and pull it toward the bedding she’d laid for them. The sky was now completely dark, hidden from the massive trees surrounding them, but the fire was bright enough that she could open her bag and have a decent view inside. The journal was pulled out first, then the quills and ink. She only took out the red feathered quill though, leaving the pretty blue one safe in the bag. Sitting back up, Navia placed the journal, quill, and ink pot down on her bedroll, then curled her legs to the side so she could face Théadan better. Navia went to try the beef next, taking a few bites, then sipping her tea before glancing back down at the journal again.<br/><br/>“You have much to write about, I suppose,” she said it with a hint of a smile on her dark lips, “You’ll have to decide what all you want to include. How we spent yesterday morning together, how you learned to swim…where I told you and how you felt.” She took another sip from the flask, dark eyes regarding Théadan over the brim before she continued, “Of course, you could also write about everything Osa told us as well…at least what she told us about the child.” Thinking back to what the<i>kavi</i>had told them piqued her interest and Navia frowned slightly, “Remember what she told us regarding how old the baby might be? Do you think she was talking about the night we had by the fire before the gifting ceremony?” Osa had sensed firelight, which was not all that specific for them, but then she had said there’d been a sense of desperation to the night their child had been conceived, like they had known they would not be together again. Navia could not think of another time that fit that so well, “How old does that make our child? Nine weeks? Ten? Has it really been that long since we were in Nygaard?”