There was a softening of Navia's stance, Théadan could see she was trying to find the words to explain herself, and was content to wait until she had them. She didn't look him in the eye, though for what reason he could not be sure, but she did eventually explain why she had been keen to draw their time at the market to a close early, and it was not out of concern that man might have returned for a third time. She had been keen to avoid any further altercations from other people taking offence to their being there. Théadan had seen the looks, he could still see the looks from out the corner of his eyes, many Khluri were not happy to have a Mes'Mo'Tanian among them, he was an uncommon and unwelcome sight to many of them. He could understand why Navia had a little more concern that others might grow bold enough to step forward and say something to them.<br/><br/>Her hand reached for his, and again Navia asked that they put it all behind them, and they just continue on to shop around the market just as they had intended before anything had happened. Théadan gave a nod, agreeing with her wish to put it all aside, and move on. His fingers wove between hers as he held her hand and followed her lead back into the masses of people. They did find the clothes they had been looking for, with Théadan finding some lighter fabrics than what he was used too, it would hopefully not trap as much of the heat in the shirt. He also chose one that would be a looser fit than what he was used too, curious to see if that would help too, and if not he was sure Navia would enjoy wearing it anyway. They did have more colour than he was used too however, whites, blacks, creams, and greys were what Théadan had come to expect of his clothes, but most Khluri clothing came dyed in a colour. He was sure to buy a green shirt just for the sake of appealing to Navia, but otherwise he found a pale blue and a red shirt too, all of which would be more colourful than all the clothes he had in his wardrobe back in Nygaard.<br/><br/>The meal down near the port was nice, Théadan enjoyed being able to see the sea, and watch ships sail into the harbour, there was something very serene watching it, and occasionally hearing the cry of gulls over head. They eventually headed back towards the inn, speaking very little as they did. There were footsteps behind them, but Théadan paid little attention to it, plenty of people walked the city streets, he had no reason to suspect anything. It was only when the man spoke up behind them in a tone that was clearly filled with anger, and the fact Navia stopped glancing his way with a look he was already familiar with. She replied with a question, but the man spoke in common, allowing Théadan the chance to understand what was going on.<br/><br/>His jaw clenched the moment the man insulted her. Théadan already knew how it felt to be called a traitor by his own people, hearing Navia labeled the same for just being with him was sickening for Théadan to hear. The trials she had been put through since the day he had stolen her away, were equal to any of the trials those who had fought in the war had been through. She had seen and faced death, and despair, all while keeping her chin held high, and always keeping the love of her own country in her heart. The slur this man spoke was born from ignorance, and a hatred intended for Théadan, for which Navia ended up having to endure too for being with him. It took a good deal of self control for Théadan to not say everything he thought about this man and his insults. He had two others by his side after all, and antagonising would likely only lead to a fight when that was exactly what he and Navia wanted to avoid.<br/><br/>Théadan stepped a little closer to Navia, sparing her a glance before his eyes narrowed at this man who was seeking some kind of revenge on Théadan for crimes he assumed he had done. "My warring days are done, and gone, and never will be again." Théadan said, it took all his self control to keep a more civil tone. Infuriating this man more would only create more animosity, and risk more danger upon them. Defusing the situation and brushing it off was the better option. Though Navia was probably better suited to calming these men than him. "We have no business with you." Théadan declared, looking away from them, and instead turning to Navia. "We should just keep going to the inn." He suggested, not wanting to rise to the bait set by these men. "They're not likely to try and start a brawl in there, are they?"