A hand took hold of hers, fingers intertwining with her own and causing Navia to pause. She looked up at Théadan expectantly, curious to see what it was he wanted them to do. He seemed to need time to decide, so she waited expectantly until he announce they should go speak with Risho. That was fine with her, she was excited to go explore Terlingua, so having some background information on it would be most welcome. So Navia gave a nod in response to the announcement they should ask Risho for suggestions, agreeing they would have time to look around the ship together at another time. She had begun to lead them toward the helm so they could speak with Risho when Théadan went on, causing her to pause all over again.<br/><br/>Realization dawned on Navia’s face and she looked out toward the water as if the whales they’d forgotten about would surface right then and there. “I completely forgot about them,” she revealed, eyes briefly scanning the sea surrounding them before she looked back to Théadan, “I want us to see them as well. Let’s ask him about them now before we forget again.” She gave his hand a quick squeeze and turned to lead the way up to the helm. It took a few steps up the wooden stairs to the quarter deck where the impressive, worn ship’s wheel stood.<br/><br/>“<i>Te ramante ahan pari te kamin, Sitvati?”</i>Risho called from his place behind the wheel before Navia could greet him and instead of answering right away, she chuckled and nodded, glancing in Théadan’s direction. Curiosity concerning the wooden wheel drew her closer to it before she spoke. She had not looked so closely at it as she had other parts of the ship, simply because it was often occupied by someone when she was wandering.<br/><br/>“Risho, Théadan and I wanted to see what you know of whales,” Navia said, sticking to the common tongue so Théadan would be able to keep up with them. While she spoke, her free hand snaked out to poke at the wheel, then grab one of the spokes sticking out for grip, “We were hoping to see some during our travels with you.”<br/><br/>“’Wh-ales’,<i>Sitvati</i>?” Risho’s face twisted up in confusion, his weathered, calloused hand rising up to scratch at his bearded chin, and completely comfortable with Navia poking around the wheel.<br/><br/>“<i>Timi</i>, Risho,” she reverted to Khluri, then gestured out at the sea, “Will we see them?”<br/><br/>“Ohhh,” He grinned, looking to Théadan first before her, “<i>Timi</i>very big. Big as<i>Uttarana.</i>Yes,<i>Sitvati</i>, you will see.<i>Timi</i>…um, go? Go from Khlurios to Mes’Mo’Tan at<i>usma.</i>Khlurios too hot. Then Mes’Mo’Tan too cold, so<i>timi </i>go back.” Thinking more on it, Risho turned back to Théadan and in his best common tongue, asked, "You see the wh-ales before you on<i>Uttarana</i>?"