Sainan was eager to see Théadan’s reaction upon holding one of his journals. With it having been filled from cover to cover, Sai had assumed whoever had been writing in it was serious about journaling and would likely miss the books gone from their possession. They were essentially part of that person, some of the most intimate musings of someone’s mind could be found in the pages of one’s journal, and knowing that, Sai had at first debated whether he should read the book. Finally he had decided to, if not to try to figure out whom the journal belonged to, but to learn about that person. That he was actually able to not only return the journal to its rightful owner, but meet them after reading the words they had written, was especially exciting to the teenager.<br/><br/>Théadan seemed flummoxed by the journal’s existence in his hands however, and Sainan supposed that was rightly so. The journal had appeared in Mandira long before he had, and it did not seem as though he had meant for it to arrive. He appeared shocked by it even, standing in the prison cell and staring down at the book with obvious disbelief rife on his face. Questions followed, the first of which surprising Sainan into realizing Théadan did not realize who he was. Had Théadan asked him that already? Who he was? Perhaps when he was laughing about Wyndagar being a horse. Other questions came as well, ones that Sainan had already asked himself. Why<i>had</i>that journal shown up addressed to him? Why had he received three, and would there be more?<br/><br/>“Nothing else came with them, no,” Sainan explained with a shrug, his gaze lowering to study the journal in Théadan’s hands, “I received the first one a few weeks ago and the only reason why I know it came from Mes’Mo’Tan is because a raven delivered it and your ravens are far larger than ours. It was just like the one that had delivered letters from Navia once. I don’t know who sent it either; none of them came with anything other than packaging around the books to keep them safe. There are three, by the way. I have the other two hidden away in my chambers, but I’ll give them to you as soon as you’ve been released from here.” Because surely he would? Sai could not see why Kazim would continue to keep Théadan locked away, not when he seemed so nice and so honest in why he was in Khlurios.<br/><br/>“And I’m Sainan. Navia is my sister,” he said matter-of-factly, as if it was terribly obvious even though he had not really alluded to it, “You can call me Sai, though. It only makes sense for you to if you are really as close to Navia as you say you are.” It was rare for anyone in his family to call him Sai, so if Théadan was going to be around them, Sainan figured it best he use the nickname. Théadan's connection to Navia was of great interest to him as well though, likely because he had never heard of Navia being infatuated enough with a man to say she loved him. Sai knew she had liked Devam well enough, but there had always been more of a friendly vibe between them than anything else. Leaning against the wall, he cupped his chin in his hand with newfound focus on Théadan, wanting to make sense of the relationship.<br/><br/>Not only was he curious about Navia’s involvement with a Mes’Mo’Tanian, as much as he liked Théadan already, there was a strong urge to be protective of his sister and make sure she was not being used. “And you say you love her…why? How do you know it is love? Surely you realize how frowned upon a relationship between a Khluri and a Mes’Mo’Tanian would be, even if you are a prince. And why Navia? She must not try to mess with you very much or something…”