Even though it was nice to hear Théadan compliment her with how quickly she had learned to build a fire, bringing up how they had gotten through that journey because they were together also dredged up memories of how hard it had been. How consumed with guilt she had been, how he had barely been able to look at or touch her, how they had feared for their lives more than a couple times. More of those bad memories could have surfaced, but Théadan was pulling them from it to question the bottle she had tossed to him. She looked back to watch him sniff the opened bottle and comment on how it smelled to him, causing her to smile. “It is an oil,” she affirmed, choosing to explain the vial before moving on to his question of what she had bought at the market.<br/><br/>“I saw a table of them in the market,” Navia explained, looking back to the fire and using the poker leaned against the stone to stir up the flames and make sure all the wood would be used, “They had several different types from all over, but I’ve always enjoyed the scent of Khluri roses, so I thought we could try it. Warmed Khluri oils are necessary for massages in my country.” And she was somewhat practiced in them, having given Devam massages when he returned from battle to ease the strain war put on his body. “We just have to be careful,” Navia finished, rising up from her place by the fire so she could return to the bed. A small smirk formed on her lips as she took back the oil, “I would hate for you to fall asleep when we have so much of the evening ahead of us.”  With that hanging between them, Navia situated the oil close enough to the fire that it would warm while they enjoyed their meal together, but not become too hot for use.<br/><br/>“As for what else I’ve bought, I did get those two books,” she reminded Théadan as she returned to the bed again to reach for her cloak. She laid them on the bed beside him in case he wanted to see, “One of them is a Mes’Mo’Tanian book, but I don’t even know what about. I thought if it wasn’t interesting to you to read, we could use it for me to practice on. The other is a myth written for those in Khlurios who can read, but likely need practice or are not too deep into their studies. I thought it might be good for you to practice on at some point and I have a soft spot for that myth.” Navia’s gaze lingered on the Khluri book for a moment before she looked back up at Théadan with a grin and a shrug, hoping he liked her thoughts behind the books.<br/><br/>That left the only other item she had purchased to be the one wrapped in burlap. Her gaze dropped to it resting atop her cloak and she debated opening up to show him, but had meant for it to be a secret. “And this…” Navia started to say, her dark eyes shifting over to Théadan as a knowing smile curled her dark lips, “This is likely to be your favorite….” She trailed off to allow her attention to drift across his face before centering on his lips. Then she snatched up the purchase along with her cloak and swept away from the bed, “But I’m not sure we really need it tonight, so I might just keep it hidden away until another time.” Her voice was lofty as she went to set the item on the dresser and cover it with her cloak, so it was out of sight. With it assumed to be safe from Théadan’s searching, Navia spun back around to lean against the dresser, a goading little smirk on her lips while moving on to question him, “Now with that out of the way, what about you? What’s in that bag you’ve brought along?”