Baiza’s story was when Navia could vaguely remember. She could remember her mother teaching her to swim and how unnatural the kicking motion had been to her at first. Switching to the ocean for their lessons also came to mind, though Navia had not realized why they had gone to the beach for that lesson when she was a child. Baiza’s revelation it had been her mother’s clever way of showing her why the kick she’d chosen was not best was new to her. It was then Navia realized how well her mother had truly knew and understood her personality. She was smiling to herself, thinking of how lucky she had been to have her mother for as long as she had, when Théadan pointed out she hadn’t changed. With Baiza laughing and Théadan smirking over at him, she snuck a mock glare in his direction that she paired with rolling her eyes.<br/><br/>She knew it was all in good fun though, for Théadan was just as stubborn as she and more so at times. Before Navia could point that out, he was admitting it about himself though and she nodded her agreement when Baiza glanced her way for a second opinion. Théadan was probably right that their combined stubbornness since meeting each other had probably helped them stay together. He had been unwilling to let her remain in Nygaard and she had been determined to help him survive the wounds he’d suffered for staying at her side. They also both knew that was an aspect of each of their personalities and embraced that about them, even if it made them more difficult to work with at times.<br/><br/>Compliments came unexpectantly, drawing Navia from her thoughts of how similar she and Théadan were when it came to obstinacy and she blinked over at him. “I do remember learning,” Navia smiled at him as she answered, “Not very well and really just snippets, but I remember learning to use my arms, then my legs like I taught you. I also remember going to the beach to learn after spending the first few days in the springs, but I don’t think I ever knew why my mother had chosen for us to do that. I must have remembered enough though, seeing as I was able to teach you, but I had also taught my brother when he was young too.”<br/><br/>“Would that be Sainan?” Baiza asked curiously, then smiled when Navia nodded, “I remember him only as a baby; he must be nearly a man now. I never met your oldest brother. Are the three of you close? What are your brothers like?”<br/><br/>Navia finished her last bite of stew before giving Baiza her full attention, “Yes, we’re close. Yousef is very similar to my father, so he’s steadfast and dedicated to my cousin as his chief advisor the way my father was with my uncle. He and his wife were expecting their first child when I last visited Mandira.” After pausing to consider what else to say of her brothers, a brighter smile flitted to her lips, “Sainan is most like our mother, I think, which I find special considering he knew her the least. He’s lighthearted and patient, but he’s very smart and always working on some project. I think he and Théadan are going to get along well.” She glanced his way briefly, thinking of how he shared similar qualities with her youngest brother.<br/><br/>“I’d like to meet them both some day,” Baiza tapped her fingers on the tabletop, scrutinizing how far along her guests were in their meals before nodding. Another spa attendant entered the room a few moments later to place a small dessert plate in the center of the table. Small discs of cake were laid upon the plate with dollops of cream and raspberries piled atop. After gesturing for them each to take one, Baiza reached for the last. “And you, Théadan? What of your parents? Have you any siblings? I have none, so I have always been curious about the relationships people forge with their siblings,” Baiza took a bite of her dessert while she waited for an answer, not at all noticing the way Navia’s face fell upon hearing such a question asked, "Will you miss them now that you are no longer in Mes'Mo'Tan?"