Navia stared out at the wooden walls of their new room while she listened to Théadan admit he was exhausted and did little more than nod her head in agreement. She was not surprised to hear him say as much. She would have even understood if he had withdrawn from her some since she was the reason he was having to leave everything he knew best in the world. Instead Théadan pulled her closer, his hand warm while he guided her thigh across his waist. Happy to be so near, Navia snuggled up to him more, allowing her forehead to rest against his cheek and her arm to rest on his chest, her hand tucking under his neck. She wrapped around him for both their comfort.<br/><br/>It pained her to hear how much he would miss Ingrid and the rest of their family, for it only reminded Navia of how much she would as well. Not wanting to speak more on it, needing the time to process and heal from the surprising hole left in her after parting with their friends, Navia could only nod her agreement. She remained still and silent against him until Théadan mentioned the fact they would not return to Mes’Mo’Tan. It drew a depressed sigh from Navia; she could hear the sadness in his voice and hated it for him. But they were together and it was what both of them wanted. They had that at least.<br/><br/>“Maybe we will get the chance,” Navia suggested, adjusting to loom over Théadan so she could see his face. She leaned against his good side and pushed her hair over her shoulder so she could look down at him without it getting in their faces. Her dark eyes drifted over his pleasing features, lingering first at the green of his eyes before lowering to the temptation of his lips. “We might yet see the icebergs,” she pointed out while her hand slid out from under his neck so her thumb could run along his bottom lip, “You’ll be well enough to walk up all those steps in just a few days if you rest up enough. Then we can watch the icebergs. And maybe in a few years and everyone as forgotten us, we can return to visit.” To help convince him of it, to distract him from the depression of their situation that was hanging over them, Navia lowered to catch Théadan’s lips in a warm kiss.<br/><br/>Perhaps it was the stress, perhaps it was the need for a distraction or for comfort, but Navia did not allow the kiss to be brief. Her lips became insistent upon his, the hand at his face gently tilting his chin up so she had better access to him as her mouth pressed firmly to his. How she wished he were well enough that they could distract each other even more, but Navia knew it was not yet time. He was too weak, especially after traveling down to the bowels of the ship. She had to cheer Théadan up somehow though, and after a moment of allowing the heat to gather between them, Navia pulled back with a wanting sigh. She looked down at him with a small pout, mostly because she wanted him to feel better, and ran her tongue along her bottom lip while she considered how she could help. Then she thought of it.<br/><br/>With a little hum, Navia’s lips returned to his, though it was far briefer. Then she allowed her lips to descend to along his jaw. “You know what the captain said to me earlier?” She murmured between kisses and only pausing to take a nip at his earlobe. Navia shifted to let her lips continue down to the curve of Théadan’s neck before speaking again, “He said we were both more stubborn than oxen, so we must be destined for each other.”