Théadan laughed in response to her questions, which was what she had been hoping he’d do. It was nice to hear, nice to have him so relaxed and happy after a hard few weeks. The prospect of showing him all the different treats Khlurios had to offer sounded fun as well, so she nodded her agreement before Théadan leaned down to cover her lips with his own. He took his time and she was complacent to it, allowing Théadan to guide the kiss however he wanted until he finally pulled away to point out he tired from the day. Navia was not at all surprised to hear it; he had only just begun walking again and he’d done much of it. “Of course I will,” was the easy answer to Théadan’s question of whether she would help him back to bed, and her hand companionably squeezed his while they headed back to the door leading into the depths of the ship together.<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>The days that passed saw Théadan gaining more and more strength every day. With it came the opportunity to explore more of the ship together, so Navia showed him some of the paintings she’d found on the deck most of the crew was staying on, the galley where she’d been going to pick up meals for them, and even some of the cargo the ship was returning to Khlurios. They also spent time just sitting around with Wyndagar, giving him some attention and companionship the horse was likely missing. Quiet time reading together also passed the time, as well as little exercises to help Théadan strengthen his body.  And of course, they continued to take naps so Théadan didn't exhaust himself.<br/><br/>It was early in the evening, not long after they’d finished their dinner, that the gentle swaying of the ship on the sea deepened slightly. It wasn’t much, just enough to unnerve the natural balance people had on mostly flat surfaces, but it still worried Navia a bit. Her stomach had no fared well on the rockier days of their travels. She managed to ignore it, that is until a knock came to their cabin door. Surprised by it, having been fully immersed in the sketch she had been toying with where Devam’s sword had been the subject since it sat across from her, Navia looked up and over at the door, calling out in Khluri to see who it was. A deep voice rang through the wood, one she did not recognize, and his words caused her to frown. She called out a word of thanks anyway.<br/><br/>“Risho does not want to alarm us, but he wants us to know there appears to be a bad storm brewing in our path,” Navia looked back to Théadan with a slight frown, “He said it could be a couple hours before we have calm waters again.” As if to confirm the storm was encroaching, the ship gave a slight lurch to one side, sending some of their lighter belongings crashing from the shelves. It also caused Navia’s stomach to lurch and she grimaced, the now-familiar sensation of vomit rising from her stomach taking over. Stubbornly she fought it back and instead picked her quill back up, “Hopefully it won’t be too violent and we can sleep through it,” she said thickly, trying to be as casual as possible.<br/><br/>Only the ship seemed to have its own plans. With them traveling further into the winds and waves of the storm, the Northwind was become more erratic. Another hard rock from the waves caused Navia shift uncomfortably on the bed while she tried to fight back the queasiness overcoming her. She took a deep breath, let it out slowly, adjusted the book in her lap…and then threw it down so she could hastily extract herself from the bed when a third rise and rapid fall from the waves happened. “I’ll just—“ She needed to get out; she didn’t want Théadan to worry. Legs catching in the skirts of her dress, loose black hair rioting around her, Navia did her best to escape the room before her stomach took over her actions. “I’m going to...make sure...Wyndagar is all right,” Navia managed to say before throwing open the door, taking a few steps, and managing to reach a bucket she had been keeping near Wyndagar for situations exactly like what she was in. She stumbled, dropped to her knees, and when the next roll of the ship on the waves hit, she vomited into the bucket.