When Navia and Silva turned back to the rest of the group gathered on and around Wyndagar, Ingrid was being placed on Wyn’s back with Théadan. It was cute to see them together, and the joy on Ingrid’s face that she got to ride her new favorite horse was infectious, so Navia found herself smiling while drifting over to stand beside the horse. She did one last check of all the bags, patted both swords to make sure of their presence, then did the same at her neck to remind herself she had Sura’s Necklace with her, and they were ready. Anxious about leaving, about finally embarking on the last part of their journey that would take her to their home country, Navia’s hand fell to rest on Théadan’s calf while Wyndagar started forward. She just needed that little touch of reassurance he was there with her.<br/><br/>The walk down to the docks was pleasant. Ingrid chattered about Wyndagar and all the sights they passed, Brydon and Silva walked hand in hand while they greeted those they knew as they passed, and Navia silently walked at Wyn’s side, a hand companionably resting at the horse’s cheek. She was just so conflicted from it all. There was so much joy within her that she would finally be able to share her home with Théadan, that they would be safe from harm and free to live their lives together like they wanted, but it meant he would have to give up so much. She knew Théadan had made his peace with it, yet Navia still worried he would miss his country the way she had missed hers.<br/><br/>Down to the marina they went with Wyndagar only hesitating a moment upon having to walk down the ramp to the floating docks. They walked in a line there so as not to get in the way of the bustling crewmembers of various ships. The sky was nearly clear of clouds and birds called above their heads. Navia led the way with Wyn’s snout close enough to randomly bump against her shoulder until they reached the proud Khluri ship she had chosen. Its sails were out and bright white, having been laundered while the ship was at port. The painted tiger was commanding, the leopard mysterious, and the boa striking. With the sides of the hull gleaming and Khluri flag fluttering cheerfully in the breeze, Navia found the ship as inviting as it could likely be.<br/><br/>“This is it,” Navia turned and tilted her head back to look up at Théadan. She wondered what he thought of it. Did he like it? Was part of him excited? She could ask later though, and instead pointed out, “I should probably go up and see how much time we have left.”<br/><br/>“<i>Supra bhata!”</i>called out from high on the ship before anything else could be said.<br/><br/>Recognizing the pleasantry to wish one a good morning, Navia turned back to the ship to see the sturdy middle-aged captain waving and beginning down the ramp to greet them. “<i>Supra bhata</i>,” Navia returned, then hastily waved with her hand for the man to stand when he bowed low with his hand covering his heart. After nearly a month of captivity, then another fleeing for her life, the last thing she needed was a man bowing to her. It felt even stranger for it to happen in front of Théadan and the others. After a string of Khluri leaving the man showing his insistence that he take the Duchess's bags, Navia allowed some of the bags to be lifted from Wyndagar’s saddle. His tone did not seem to allow her to say otherwise. Before the captain returned up the plank, Navia called out in Khluri to see how long they had until they needed to be on the ship.<br/><br/>“<i>Pajca nimesas.</i>” came the answer, causing Navia to look back to Théadan first before her gaze jumped down to Ingrid, then Brydon and Silva, “He wants us on board in five minutes.”