Navia laughed at the way he had phrased it, her disbelief and exasperation at how he had thrown aside their plans brought a laugh from him. It was true, he had pushed it all aside because in the heat of the moment he had desired Navia a bit more urgently than the more relaxing evening he had promised, but he knew she had enjoyed it as much as he. With the laughter settling down, the journal remained at the forefront of their conversation as she pointed out they had the time right now for him to write it, even moving to her bag so she could pull out the journal, his quill and the inkwell, setting it down on her bedroll for after they were done with their meal.<br/><br/>Suggesting there was much for him to write about felt something of an understatement to Théadan, he had been given a huge amount to go over in recent days with a whole assortment of emotions to work through as well as thoughts of a new future he had not even been considering. Navia listed some of the things that came to her mind, how they had spent the morning, the swimming, Osa and everything she had to say about them. He could probably write pages and pages about it. "There is much that I can write on this." He agreed thoughtfully, chewing on some of the chicken on one of the skewers, his eyes glazing slightly as he stared into the fire in thought. But then Navia was bringing up how old their child might be, and sharing her thoughts when it may have happened.<br/><br/>They had been thinking along similar lines it seemed, Osa had dramatically narrowed down through the number of times they he and Navia had made love with just two words; 'fire and desperation.' "When Osa spoke of fire, there were only two times I could think of where we've been together by a fire." Théadan said leaning slightly closer to Navia so their shoulders rested against each other while he plucked one more carrot from the parcel to eat. "One of those times was up in one of the furnace rooms of the castle. But there was no desperation in that moment." If anything that time was far more characteristic of how they often succumbed to their lusts, with playfulness and teasing, before eventually lots of touching happened, and they dragged each other to the floor, and that completely ruled it out. "If Osa is right about it, then it must have been that night before the ceremony." He agreed, recalling the sadness of that night, how they had clung to each other by the fire place and tried to hold the moment for as long as they could, as if they could just freeze time and remain together for all eternity. "A lot of emotion went into that night," It had been a sad night, and yet it had been one of those nights which truly revealed how committed they were too each other, it would always remain one of his most treasured memories. "I'd be happy if it was that night our child was conceived."<br/><br/>How long had passed since that night though, it seemed likely that had been the night it had happened, and it was just as well they had fled Nygaard before Navia's pregnancy was discovered. There was no telling what might have happened had they still been there. Théadan tried to keep his thoughts on how long it must have been since that night however, and went about trying to work it out. "There was a week and a bit in Nygaard after that night, then another four of travelling across Mes'Mo'Tan before we had another week stuck with Brydon, Silva and their children." A finger raised with each week he recalled since that night together, helping to keep track of them all. "Four weeks were spent at sea, travelling here, and tomorrow we will have spent five days here in Khlurios." He had all fingers and thumbs raised, and was turning his hand over to raise his thumb again, though flexing it a couple of times unsure whether he should just round it up. "So ten to eleven weeks, or just over two months."