Navia had assumed Osa’s palm reading would be a fun, light-hearted endeavor they could enjoy and laugh over later. She probably should have known with it being Théadan’s palm, there would be some heartache involved. He had suffered so much in the past, much of it before she’d even met him, so she should have suspected it. As Navia listened to Osa explain how death surrounded him, how he had suffered, guilt tugged at her for not protecting him from having to relive his past horrors. It was the mention of Rhodon and his contribution to their turmoils that had Navia looking away from watching the exchange between wise woman and prince, her dark eyed studying the tapestry on the wall instead.<br/><br/>Every word Théadan said of his brother was true and even the mention of how Rhodon had tried to lay claim to her set her on edge. Navia gritted her teeth together, wanting the conversation to change and sighing when Théadan’s voice became even more agitated. She looked back in time to see him yank his hands from Osa’s and the combination of surprise and ire that bloomed on the elder woman’s face. Wanting to soothe him, knowing they both needed some comfort after discussing what his brother was capable of and how much he desired to harm her, Navia reached out with one hand to take Théadan’s, her thumb smoothing over his skin. Her other hand slowly skimmed down the length of his back as she pressed a little closer to him, her lips pressing against the ball of his shoulder.<br/><br/>“He would do all that, but he cannot,” Navia reminded Théadan softly, her focus solely on him to make sure he would not dwell on the atrocities Rhodon would bestow upon them if he had the chance, “He cannot reach us here and especially not once we reach Mandira. We have no reason to worry.” Resting her cheek against Théadan’s shoulder, Navia turned her attention back to Osa and she smiled slightly at the other woman, knowing she had not meant to upset them. She was warning them. “It is possible the dangers you sense are not involved with Rhodon, correct? They could be for some other reason? Perhaps we might run into some bad characters before we reach Mandira.”<br/><br/>“It is…possible,” Osa agreed, though the expression on her face showed she thought otherwise.<br/><br/>Wanting to change the subject, having thought they were going to have fun with the<i>kavi</i>and not grow to be so depressed, Navia glanced at Théadan before raising their intertwined hands and leading them to rest on top of the table together. “Osa, will you tell us more about our child?” Navia asked, then glanced up at Théadan, “I asked her yesterday, but she cannot see much without the both of us present. I also thought you would want to be with me to hear for yourself.” With him more comfortable with the fact they were going to have a child together, with the disbelief and shock thinner, Navia figured Théadan would want an equal part in everything he could when it came to knowing and raising the child.<br/><br/>Osa nodded her agreement to such a task, her gnarled, aged hands reaching out to lay ontop of the offered pale and dark hands. Each hand rested on one of theirs so she touched them at the same time, her mismatched eyes closing and a slow, quiet hum leaving her weathered lips. Osa pursed then together, expression one of serenity before she smiled softly. “Death might surround you both, but here is only love,” her voice was soft, lacking the edge speaking of Théadan’s past had brought to her aged words, “This child is a blessing, a gift for your dedication to each other. It is healthy despite your travels and I sense no danger surrounding this child. It is not often a baby is born of your two worlds, so it will have trials, but I sense it will have great strength.”<br/><br/>“Can you tell how old the baby is?” Navia asked quietly, glancing Théadan’s way.<br/><br/>“I cannot tell you age, but I can sense...firelight,” Osa said after a moment of hushed humming, “And love. But there was also longing, and a sense of desperation...as though you would never be together again.” The child’s conception had been a bittersweet union for its parents. Eyes opening, Osa’s gaze steadied on the pair sitting before her, “Further questions concerning your child?”