Getting in his shirt was going to be a recurring nuisance for as long as he had his injury, of that Théadan was sure. But he was grateful that despite Navia's usual teasing nature, she would not poke fun at him for it, instead simply assisting him get it on while assuring him their meal was unlikely to be squid. "Thank you." He said, as he dressed himself in what clothes Navia had bought for him, his trousers were a dark black, but the top half were greens, Théadan wondered if she liked that colour for him because of his eyes. There was no time to ask though, Navia was informing him that the Captain spoke little of the common tongue, and the crew spoke even less. "Oh..." He muttered trying to hide his disappointment, hoping he would have had a chance to engage with some of them. They were his first reference point for how other Khluri might welcome him into their lands, being unable to talk to them would make that difficult.<br/><br/>Navia seemed to sense his anxiety about it, her lips met his, coupled with more reassuring words, he offered her a smile, though the worry continued to nag at the back of his mind. Théadan followed Navia out of the room, they walked slowly so not to aggravate his wound, and he was careful climbing up the stairs passed the cargo deck and on to the main deck. Again he got to breathe the fresh air, and enjoy the smell of the sea, the evening was chilly and looking off to one side revealled the blackness of night encroaching upon the sky, a few pin pricks of starlight could be seen on the horizon.<br/><br/>The squeezing of his hand by Navia, drew Théadan's attention to the other side of the ship, where her gaze was cast. The sun was setting, and the world was cast in a display of vivid colours easing harmoniously into one another, and captured as a moving mirror in the water. Théadan moved with Navia to the railing, agreeing wholeheartedly with her sentiment. "There's a view you won't get on land." He said appreciatively. "One for you to hold on to for your paintings once you get back home, hmm?" He asked, with a smile. He had noticed her drawing in their room, though he had yet to see what. But she liked to make landscapes, and this was certainly one for the memories.<br/><br/>The view had Théadan considering what view they would have once they made their home. Would they be able to be near a sea to enjoy such sights as these? "We need a place by the sea, or a boat of our own." He suggested, idly thinking about ideal future for them. "I could even try and learn to sail some so we can enjoy such views as these again." He would have to find a new way to spend his time, he was well and truly done with war, and sailing was proving to be so very relaxing. The sun was sinking into the horizon, it's reflection in the water briefly making it look like there were two, and then one complete one, and then a fraction, before the last edges of light disappeared from view. "We are in the twilight now between day and night." He said, as his gaze looked up to the sky to see how much of it had gone dark. "It is believed in Mes'Mo'Tan this is the time when the souls of the days dead return to the gods. Come sunrise, those souls are ushered back for the newborns the next day."