Théadan sounded pleased there might be Khluri women fascinated by his looks and Navia was happy he thought so until he mentioned using it to make her jealous. It caused her brows to crease together while she tried to figure out why he would want to do that to her, but then he stated she would remind him who he was supposed to be with and she chuckled softly, liking the way he told her how perfectly they went together. It was true; they rarely fought and were able to express themselves to each other in like mind and there was no denying the way their bodies melded together so seamlessly. She also knew how perfectly matched they were in their desires for each other, which he pointed out with how one of them was always going to use that to show the other how much they belonged together.<br/><br/>“Mmhmm,” Navia sighed upon hearing it, grinning to herself as she thought of how demanding she’d been of him after those men had been so terrible to them and how receptive of it he had been. She’d been about to answer him, but Théadan surprised her by going on to say he loved her. She always knew it, there was never a moment she didn’t feel it radiating from him, yet she adored hearing him say it. The pleased smile blossomed across her dark lips and she lifted her head from his chest to look down at him. She could see it in his eyes alone, the green of them warm and affectionate whenever they were on her, and she mirrored it, smiling down at him as she reached out a hand to smooth along the scruff of his beard. “I know,” she said softly, leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips, “As I love you.”<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Not long after couple more small kisses and soft words to each other, they’d finally settled down to take advantage of their bed and the opportunity of a good night’s sleep. Navia had fallen asleep snuggled up to Théadan’s side, her head resting on his chest and her hand intertwined with one of his, her leg nestled between his two legs. Such was her exhaustion after a day of travel, two poor nights of sleep, then a fervid lovemaking session that she did not move at all during the night and had no untoward dreams waking her. She could have slept well into the morning as well; the small window in the room was cloaked in thick drapes, keeping the room eclipsed, and she was warm and safe cuddled up to her lover. The only issue was the harsh pound that came on the door early in the morning, one that caused Navia to jolt out of slumber abruptly, her body jerking and a small gasp escaping her.<br/><br/>Words followed on the other side of the door, gruffly spoken in Khluri and not at all friendly. It was not how she wished to be woken, she would have much preferred Théadan deciding it was time they moved on and thusly waking her with sweet words and kisses. He was still right beside her at least, and so in her still sleepy state, Navia thought it better to ignore the angry words and instead curl into Théadan more. She nuzzled against him, shifting to let her face dip down into the curve of his neck, hiding her face from the world as she sighed contentedly as his scent and warmth lured her back toward restful peace. Only the knock came again, hard and urgent, the man’s voice on the other side demanding. With a heavy groan, Navia made no move to get up, instead assuming the sound was waking Théadan and murmuring tiredly into his neck, “The innkeeper wants us gone. There are people downstairs demanding we leave town.” It wasn’t at all how she wanted to begin her morning and even more so how she didn’t want Théadan’s to start. It was a large reason why she was snuggling in more, other than as a small defiance to the demand they leave, so she could try to lessen the blow of Théadan hearing people were gathering to force them to leave town.