With Théadan confirming the barn was good and them both thanking the man for his kindness, they finished herding the sheep into the barn for him, using the horses to guide the fluffy white animals into the safety of the barn. The barn was open and large enough to house the nearly forty sheep that had been ushered into the space, with a few large stalls across the walls. Théadan led Wyndagar to one and with the one next to it occupied with two of the farmer’s own horses, Navia rode Varinata into the stall, then dismounted to copy Théadan’s movements and remove her bags so she could take off the horse’s riding gear. She was crouched down to undo the girth holding Vari’s saddle in place when she heard Théadan ask how long they’d been traveling. She glanced his way, but her focus was more on the strap. “It could be close to three weeks by now,” she commented, voice frustrated as she struggled with undoing the strap, the buckle resisting her.<br/><br/>It took a couple hard tugs, but she finally managed and stood to pull the saddle down from Vari’s back, carrying it over to set down beside Wyndagar’s saddle. “Almost there,” she repeated once she had rounded the silver-dappled white mare to remove the horse’s bridle as well, “Just think, we’ll be seeing my family tomorrow.” It was a moment she had once thought would never happen again, yet she and Théadan had fought together for it to be so. She felt nervous about it; had they thought they’d never see her again as well? What would they think of how she had changed? What would they think of Théadan? Vari’s dark eyes followed her movements while Navia was lost in thought and undid the clasps, but then the horse gave her head a small tug in refusal when she tried to remove the bit as well. “Come on, Vari,” Navia frowned, reaching out to smooth a hand over the horse’s snout before trying again to remove the bit so she could relieve the mare of her bridle. It took another tug after Vari tossed her head, but Navia soon removed the bridle as well with a confused frown as she regarded her horse. Perhaps she was just grumpy after a long day of riding; Navia didn’t know and after putting out some of their grain for the horses to share, she decided it best to leave the horses to entertain themselves.<br/><br/>“I know we’ve hit a few rough bumps in this journey, but I think we should still consider ourselves pretty lucky we’ve come so far,” Navia gathered up her bags while she spoke, pulling them out into the aisle between the stalls. The sheep had begun to spread out a little and were still bleating to each other while they milled about. Navia stepped around a couple to peek over the door of the stall across from their horses and found it to be filled nearly halfway with hay. It was clear it was not being used to house animals, which to her meant it was likely clean enough to rest on if they spent the evening in the barn. After pulling the door open, she tossed her bags onto the hay, then shooed a sheep back when it started to follow her into the stall. “Especially after some of the obstacles we’ve overcome. We’ll definitely have some interesting stories to tell my family and someday our child,” she smiled lightly while she thought of it, eyes wandering the barn to get a better feel for her surroundings.<br/><br/>There were windows scattered every few feet or so to let light in, catching her attention. Navia crossed to the closest one, wanting to open it so they could hear the sound of the rain when it came. The latch was rusty though, and while she could feel it trying to give, she was not quite strong enough to force it to work. “It could rain for a while,” Navia pointed out while she tried anyway, “Usually when storms like this come, the clouds are so dark and thick, the land is cloaked in darkness. This might be an early night for us.” They couldn’t build a fire in the barn after all, and had no means of light otherwise. As if on cue, the rain began with a loud crack of thunder overhead, falling to the green earth in thick waves. Navia tried to push all her strength into unlatching the window, wanting to hear the rain and feel the cool air it would inevitably bring into the warm barn, but it still did not give and she stumbled back, bumping into a sheep who bleated its alarm.  “Damn it!” She growled before she felt the unexpected rush of emotions that came with the frustration of not being able to have what she wanted. That paired with how Varinata had been acting toward her and the anticipation of seeing her loved ones in a mere day caused Navia sit down roughly on the floor of the barn and burst into tears.