Amused at Théadan’s little jab about who was writing in the journal, Navia chuckled and shrugged before in snuggling in again. He would never escape her teasing, but he handled it well and was usually just as involved in poking fun at her as she was with him. Silence took over then, at least between their voices. She was content to rest against him and enjoy the warmth and comfort that came with being near him. He was busy writing in their shared journal, so there was no need for any other words to be exchanged. The sounds of the jungle were more prominent when she wasn’t solely focused on Théadan, allowing Navia to enjoy the occasional call of a nocturnal bird deep in the darkness or the buzz of insects. Somewhere in the distance, some ground-dwelling creature was snuffling through underbrush. With them no longer talking and the horses quietly munching on their grain, the world around them came to life.<br/><br/>It was peaceful and so calming. There was not much in the world that made her happier than sharing a quiet, companionable moment with Théadan where they could appreciate being together. They had fought so hard to have the ability to even sit together without fear of discovery that it was imperative in her mind that they cherish it. The stillness and the warmth called to her exhaustion however, as did the steady jungle buzz, and Navia was soon drifting toward sleep, her mind slowly combing through pleasant images of what Théadan could be writing about in the journal. The spa, the beach, the two older women they had met, the joy of having been surprisingly blessed to raise a child together.<br/><br/>By the time Théadan was finished and putting away his quill, Navia had dozed off, her body leaning against his and her forehead pressed to the curve of his throat. She felt him beginning to speak more than heard it, the vibrations beneath her ear luring her from her slumber. Eyes fluttering back open, she looked down at the journal to see how much he’d written and smiled softly. She’d known he would take writing about their child to heart and do so with the same care and focus he did everything else. As Théadan’s words came to life with his voice, Navia realized it was that which made her happier than simply sitting quietly with him. She loved his voice, loved how he wrote and spoke, and her affection for him surged. Having loosened as she’d drifted off to sleep, her arm had been hanging low around his abdomen, but she quickly tightened her hold on him back up, wanting to be cuddled up to him as much as possible.<br/><br/>He spoke of how she had told him and the fear that had come with it, but then the joy. He called the child the embodiment of their love and how it had been with them through all the obstacles they’d overcome to reach Khlurios. It brought tears to her eyes, she had to wonder if they were from the pregnancy hormones or if she was really just that emotional when it came to him and their child, but Navia had to reach up and wipe a couple away with a fingertip. It probably could have gotten to be more emotional for her as well, but Théadan had also chosen to bring up how she’d gotten them lost. It drew a small, throaty laugh from her and she shook her head slightly, hearing the pride in his voice that he had navigated them all through Mes’Mo’Tan without them getting lost once.<br/><br/>“You can teach them maps,” she said softly when Théadan finished, another small chuckle leaving her as her hand rose from his side to drift over his bare chest, across muscle and scar alike, “And I’ll teach them to swim and paint and we’ll both teach them to ride.” Thinking if everything they would have to show their child was so uplifting that Navia couldn’t help but sit up and pull him into an eager kiss. “This was a perfect entry,” she said, pressing another kiss to his lips, “I knew it would be and if I wasn’t so tired, I’d show you how much I appreciate it.” They’d had a long day though, and an even more exhausting one the day before. Navia was happy to sate herself with another brief kiss before she smiled at Théadan and reached for the journal. “You were right that learning about this baby was the most wondrous moment of my life, but you know what was a close second?” She sat up and closed the journal while she spoke, setting it down on her bedroll so it was out of the way. Then she gave Théadan her full attention, hands resting in her lap while she sat beside him, “Hearing you say you love me for the first time. I know you take longer to make decisions and process your emotions, so I knew how special it was to hear you say it. I’m glad it hasn’t taken you as long to embrace this, but want you to know I share your fears for this child. You’re not alone in them.”