It was surprise that first covered the morose expression on her face, for Navia had not expected to find Ingrid in the room when she returned. The girl’s excited shouting of her name brought a smile to her lips while she crouched down to be at a better level with Ingrid. “You know a secret?” She asked at the same time Théadan expressed his disdain that Ingrid would already give up a secret. She glanced over at him with a smirk, then returned her attention to the child shushing her as if she was the one who had a secret to keep.<br/><br/>“We were friends before you and Théadan were friends, you know,” Navia pointed out, unable to resist trying to win Ingrid’s allegiance over Théadan.<br/><br/>“But it’s a secret,” Ingrid answered solemnly, causing Navia to chuckle and nod, a hand reaching out to give the girl’s hand a reassuring squeeze. She did not want the girl to think she would be upset if she didn’t share with her. There was a temporary expression of uncertainty on Ingrid’s face while she mulled over betraying Théadan to tell Navia the secret, but then she grinned at Navia and asked, “Can I ask Mommy if we can go visit Wyndagar?”<br/><br/>The mention of Silva reminded Navia of why she had returned and she shook her head with a small sigh. “I need to speak with Théadan,” she explained, the guilt she had been distracted from seeping back into her facial expression, “We can go visit Wyndagar this evening, how’s that sound?”<br/><br/>“Okay!” Happy with that compromise, Ingrid was bouncing off to the door, only pausing to wave goodbye to Théadan before they were left alone again.<br/><br/>Navia straightened back up to a stand, her gaze moving back to him and settling on him for an instant before she moved to set the razor and pot of shaving cream on the bedside table. “I see you are trying to turn Ingrid against me,” she tried to tease, but her voice was dull while she grabbed the small bag from the market and a towel as well and they were placed on the table. Navia made no move to prepare to shave Théadan like she had intended, but instead climbed back into the bed at his side. She curled up next to him, her knees drawn up and leaning against his good side. Her head dropped to rest on his shoulder and she stared out into the room with a heavy, depressed sigh.<br/><br/>“Ragná and Ivarn have a daughter who lives in Ozmorr,” she spoke flatly, figuring Théadan was more than bright enough to understand, her arms hugging her knees close, “And she has two children…”