There was pause and even a little defiance in Navia's eyes with every word Théadan had spoken. He could see him rejecting the opportunity to keep this lion cub was not what she wanted to hear, but he was astounded this was even a debate they were having. This made so little sense to him, she knew better than this, Navia could occasionally throw caution to the wind and be impulsive, but that was almost always in small but fun ways. Keeping the cub of a lion, an animal neither of them knew particularly much about, would be reckless, and a big defining decision in their lives. He knew she would never let anything she did endanger another, which was why this was such an odd situation to Théadan.<br/><br/>Relief was what Théadan felt when Navia moved to hand the cub to the merchant, but his last ditch effort to convince her to buy it irked him, he wanted to step in but knew Navia would likely prefer it if she were to deal with it herself. The way Navia looked at the lion cub, Théadan could see just how much she wanted it, he had never seen her so smitten with a creature before. But her expression quickly soured, and she was suddenly thrusting the cub back into the merchants arms, hoping the little one was returned to its mother, or was found someone who could raise it properly. She muttered a thanks and moved to leave, brushing passed him with little more than the desire for them to continue on.<br/><br/>Théadan did indeed follow, but with worried eyes. He stared at his lover's back as she moved through the crowd not daring to look back at the merchant. She did not seem her usual self, and he feared those past five minutes may have upset her and left a mark on what had otherwise been a fun day for them both. '<i>I'll never be a mother.</i>' That was what she had said. Was that what this had been about? Was that why she looked so fondly at the lamb before, and wanted them to keep the cub? Speaking about it was such a tentative subject though, and so ill-suited to a crowded area. Yet Théadan worried about her despite not knowing how to broach the subject, if there even was a good way of talking about it.<br/><br/>She stopped at a stall with books spread across it, her attention turning towards it, probably wanting to take her mind off the last five minutes. Théadan wanted to know what had just happened, he wanted to ask what was going on with her, but it did not feel like a good idea to probe when her heart had just been tugged around so much. It occured to Théadan that it was probably better to show her some sympathy. He had flatly denied her the cub without being gentle about it after all. "Navia, I'm sorry we couldn't keep the lion cub." He said stepping up beside her and placing a hand around the back of her waist. "Once we settle in at Khlurios, and find ourselves a place to call our home, perhaps then we can consider a pet to keep." They would know be able to bring home an animal that was better suited to their lifestyle. They could take their time and find one that was just right for them both that she could enjoy cuddling. "It's just, big cats will always be dangerous, especially the ones we've never heard of before."