The joy on Ingrid’s face upon seeing Théadan up and walking with assistance should have warmed Navia’s heart, but the girl was so swiftly showing her dismay over their departure that she could experience nothing but guilt. They had to leave though; they were endangering Ingrid and her entire family with every day they remained in Mes’Mo’Tan. No one expected Ingrid to understand that, but luckily Silva appeared to diffuse the situation calmly before Ingrid could become more petulant. Navia waited patiently for Théadan to be ready to move on, but Silva was soon accepting his stubborn refusal to wait until he was better to travel.<br/><br/>Brydon appeared to assist Théadan and Navia nearly paused in moving aside. He was stronger though, and had likely helped Théadan with injuries far more often than she had. Navia had no true reason to be territorial. So she watched as Brydon led him from the room, then gestured toward the stairs, “I’ll go grab our belongings. Ingrid, would you like to help me?”<br/><br/>“I guess,” Ingrid grumbled, but reached out for Navia’s hand anyway, “I don’t know why you can’t just live right here!”<br/><br/>“I don’t think your parents would like that very much,” Navia chuckled, glancing back at Silva with amusement in her dark eyes while she led the way back up the stairs and into the bedroom. The straps to the two swords were pulled over her head so she could carry them upon her back while Ingrid announced she would carry the bow. With the two bags slung over each shoulder so she could have her hands free, Navia pocketed Théadan’s coin pouch and reached for a little brown bag. Her other hand holding Ingrid’s smaller one, they started back down the stairs together.<br/><br/>“Will you come back to visit?” Ingrid asked.<br/><br/>Frowning, Navia had to shake her head no, “I don’t think we would be able to do that.” Perhaps in a few years after everything she and Théadan had done had faded in people’s minds, but she had an inkling Ingrid was thinking in a shorter time period than years. “Maybe you and your family can come to visit Khlurios,” Navia suggested instead, “You can see all those animals we talked about.”<br/><br/>“And Wyndagar!”<br/><br/>Chuckling, heart twisting at the thought of saying goodbye to her new little friend, Navia leaned down to press a kiss on the top of Ingrid’s bright curls while she opened the back door, “Of course. He’ll miss all the treats you give him.” Briefly she wondered what Théadan would think if he knew how badly they’d been spoiling Wyndagar with apples during their visits with him. Once they were both out, Navia closed the door behind them and set the bags on the steps so she could scoop Ingrid up instead. “I have to thank you, Ingrid,” Navia carried Ingrid on her hip toward Wyndagar while she spoke, “You’ve been a very good friend to me this week.”<br/><br/>“I can keep being your friend if you stay.”<br/><br/>“I am sad we can’t,” Navia answered honestly, thinking of the friendship she had made with not only Ingrid, but Silva as well. That on top of everything Théadan would give up once he set foot on that Khluri ship made leaving incredibly bittersweet. Yet as she and Ingrid neared Wyndagar so she could see how Théadan had fared with mounting his horse, Navia knew they had no other choice.