Navia rightly pointed out she had mentioned massages before at the last tavern they had stayed at, but he hadn't expected to be anything like what she had in mind now. The Khluri seemed to be a little more knowledgable when it came to massages than Mes'Mo'Tanians it seemed. He felt the first drizzles of warm oil being poured on to his leg, it was a sensation he was not used to, and so instinct was to tense, but when Navia's hands touched his bare skin, the tension ebbed from his body as he relaxed under the familiar feel of his lovers touch. Her reason for the oil made sense to him, he coukd certainly see how the oil would slicken his skin, and he could feel for himself how the heat helped loosen his thigh muscle.<br/><br/>Théadan closed his eyes to focus on the feeling of Navia spreading the oil along his thigh before moving back to the start and applying some pressure the next time her hands ran down his thighs. It felt good, the ache in his muscle ceasing in rubbed her hands along his thigh. It was interesting to hear a little more about Navia's life with Devam, he often forgot there was a bit of an age gap between them but that did not sound like it had ever been a problem between them. From what Théadan could tell Navia's and Devam's relationship had been a good one, respectful towards each other, looking out for each other, trying to keep each other happy. But by her own admission, it lacked that final spark.<br/><br/>Théadan let out a small happy groan as Navia's hand found his calves, and the aches that pained him turned to pleasure as Navia's finger rubbed over them soothingly. He had to keep himself from squirming in relief, there wasn't much danger of him falling asleep from the massage, there Théadan could easily see himself laying there unmoving after, too pleased to want to move or do anything. The tickle from oil running down the base of his foot drew him away from those thoughts, replaced with his toes curling as Navia's thumbs pressed into his flesh and eased the aches beneath. "Oooooooh!" He groaned pleasently, "It-it was just from those Iradocian duchesses, if you recall?" He suggested, deciding trying to tease her a little would help focus his mind before he recalled the real memory. "No, it was Ivette who last gave me a massage, it was a years ago now, before the war had even happened."<br/><br/>Plans were still being drawn up for how they would assault Khlurios at that time, but the armies had been gathered, and preparstions had begun. "Our armies had been training for the war, myself included. Mes'Mo'Tanian training is always vigourous, they believe if you constantly endure the limits of your body, eventually you acclimatise to it, and fight on even when you're at breaking point." Théadan explained, thinking back to that time a couple hears ago, and recalling the anxiousness there was in every training session. "The training involved running up mountains, enduring freezing temperatures, and regular swordplay in between, regardless of whether you had the strength left to hold a sword. All while eating so little hunger was always gnawing."<br/><br/>Many fell ill through the training, their bodies pushed too hard on too little sustenance, or catching hypothermia, or frostbite. The training was unpleasant and brutal on those who weren't alreasy some what prepared for its rigours. "When I got back I collapsed in my bed where Ivette was waiting. She massaged my limbs to help ease the pain." Théadan recalled, and he remembered how thankful he had been for the massage. Whatever else Ivette was, somewhere in her heart, she did care about him, he was certsin of that much. "My limbs were stiff for a week after." This time it felt like it would not be the case.