Théadan continued to fiddle with the little vial, studying the contents within as Navia confirmed it was indeed oil. He wondered what use she had planned for it, she had said it would make him smell good too, so perhaps it was for bathing, like the salts. Bathing always resulted in stirring up their passions for each other, so it was certainly a likely option if Navia was looking to make their night together special. She was poking the fire and helping it grow while she explained more about the oil, how it was the scent of Khluri roses, that must have made it extra special to her. It would remind her of home, and how it would not be much longer now until they would be arriving in Khlurios after months of her being away.<br/><br/>Thoughts of what the contents of such a little vial might represent to Navia, almost caused him not to pick up on what it was intended for - massages. That caused an eyebrow to raise in surprise, and a slow grin to spread across his features as he realised what lay ahead for him tonight. "Ooh that sounds nice." He said approvingly, even when she teased him that he might fall asleep if the massage proved too relaxing for him. He doubted that would be the case, having Navia's hands running over him, he could only imagine that stoking his desires more. The vial was taken from his hands, and Navia set it near the fire to warm.<br/><br/>He watched as she returned to the bed and placed two books she had bought on the bed beside him, one Khluri and one Mes'Mo'Tanian. The Mes'Mo'Tanian book he read the cover as being a part of Mes'Mo'Tan's histories, but it was the purpose Navia had for them that interested him. They were intended for them to practice each others languages with. It was a good idea, a solid base from which they could begin. Théadan was eager to learn some of the basics of the Khluri language if just to make interacting with some of the crew just a little easier. They would have plenty of time to begin learning while on the ship.<br/><br/>Finally Navia looked at the burlap, but she was evasive in describing the contents within, only telling him that it was what he would likely enjoy the most. That certainly served to make him want to see what was inside, but she was taking it away, moving it out of reach and saving it for another day. If the prospect of a massage wasn't already on the horizon, Théadan would have been trying to coerce her to show him what it was. But Navia had her plans for the evening, and if she so wished to save the surprise for another day, then he supposed he would just have something to look forward to. "Keep your surprise then, I'll trust you to reveal it at the most opportune time." He said, a little disappointed he would have to wait, but he was sure it would be for the best in the end.<br/><br/>Navia turned the attention back on him however, the smirk on her lips, and the way her eyes looked straight at his sack suggested she was every bit as eager to know what he had bought, as he had been to know hers. "I bought just a few things for both of us." Théadan said with a shrug. He felt a little outdone for how special a massage could be, and the thoughtfulness Navia had to buy them books to learn each others languages from. But he was still going to make the most of what he had bought nonetheless. "I found this curious fruit, so I bought one each for you, me and Wyndagar." Théadan explained, picking up the sack, and reaching into grab one such fruit. "It has this particular groove down it that makes it distinctive from other fruits." He explained, and pulled it out, his eyes briefly studying its mix of red and yellow skin, before running a thumb down the groove, from top to bottom. "It made me think of you." He said with a cheeky grin, his head tilting slightly to catch a look of her posterior, before offering the fruit for her to inspect.<br/><br/>The second item his hand delved into the sack for was far more important. "I also bought something I had been thinking about buying for a while now." He explained as his hand found and plucked the book from the sack. "A new journal, the cover reminded me of that snow leopard we saw by the river on the way to Nygaard." The cover had been stained dusty greyish-white, but lots of spots of black decorated across it. "Being injured for so long did prevent me from writing as much as I wished, but it did allow me to discover something I really enjoyed." He said offering the new journal for her to look at. "I liked hearing your entry into my journal, I wanted to hear more, and that had me thinking. I want to share my life with you, and with it my pastime. I thought it would be sweet if we both wrote in this journal, perhaps taking it in turns." It was not something he would have felt he could have trusted in doing with anyone else, only Navia.<br/><br/>Théadan unfolded his jacket and carefully removed the two quills he had bought from the market, one a vibrant red, the other turquoise, "The Khluri and Mes'Mo'Tanian script contained in the same cover." He said with a grin, enjoying the idea and how their very being together was mixing two cultures that were so divided. "I'm certain it would be an interesting read for anyone who stumbled across it a century from now. - The journal of the rebellious Mes'Mo'Tanian prince, and the seductive Khluri duchess. There would be nothing quite like it, a thrilling read from start to finish, to be sure." He said teasingly, but placed the two quills on the cover of the book to give her her pick of which she preferred, if she did agree with the idea. "But this is of course, only if you're interested."