There was a firmness in Théadan’s voice when he repeated their child’s eyes would either be his or hers. She understood why, he probably didn’t like the idea any more than she did, and Navia opted against trying to push the subject. There was no need to do so; they wanted to be hopeful for the child, wanted to celebrate its arrival, not dread it. For that reason alone, Navia prayed the dream would not return; she did not want the stress of worrying whether the child’s eyes would torture her guilty conscious or not. She wanted only happy thoughts when it came to their baby. It was more exciting to dwell on what Théadan spoke of next anyhow, for he went on to explain how he wanted to see her back with her family.<br/><br/>A small smile tugged at her lips while she leaned against him; she had wished to see her family again since the moment she heard her home in Vanam attacked. There had been an urgency even then to escape and return home so she could have the comfort of her family, though that had lessened once she and Théadan had allowed themselves to explore the connection between them they’d been unable to deny. Seeing her brothers again was even more important to her; other than Théadan and their unborn child, they were the two most important people in the world to her. She could not wait to hug them again, to tease them, to argue. Anything and all of it. That Théadan was excited for her to have that time with her brothers again was all the more special and Navia appreciatively snuggled against him more, happy to think of how they would all be a happy family together once they reached Mandira.<br/><br/>He went on to point out he knew it wasn’t what she had meant, but Navia had been happy to listen to him despite missing the mark on her question. He was also taking the time to answer what she had really asked though, so Navia remained cuddled up to him, her eyes closing while she reveled in the sound of his quiet voice and gentle breathing. It was so soothing, she was tempted to drift off to sleep just like that, but she wanted to hear what he had to say, so she fought it off and focused on the words he was saying instead of how they sounded. He wanted to explore the city and learn how the Khluri in Mandira spent their days. It was what she had wanted to do in Nygaard, so she was excited to be able to reciprocate what he had shown her. There would be places she needed to show him like he pointed out and she smiled just at the thought of what she could show him.<br/><br/>“We’ll have to go to the markets,” Navia murmured tiredly, not moving from her spot where her head was nestled on his shoulder, “We can try all the foods there and people are always playing music in the streets, so we can walk around and listen while we eat. Or we can go down to the beach and walk along the shore like we did at the spa.” Navia paused to think of what else they could do, adjusting against Théadan a little before nuzzled her face into his neck more. “And we can visit the big library,” she murmured, voice muffled against his skin as she relaxed more, feeling her body being pulled closer toward slumber, “The castle could take a day alone. Kazim has a menagerie we can visit and then there are all the gardens. But you said secret…Khluri castles are known for their secret passages, I had come out of one when you first found me. And I can show you several in Mandira...if you're nice to me.” She couldn't resist at least teasing him a little and Navia chuckled softly against Théadan.