A grin growing across Navia's features showed how pleased she was with the compliment, that brought a grin to Théadan's lips, ever happy to find ways of pleasing his lover. She didn't reply to his question immediately however, pausing momentarily to greet Wyndagar with an affectionate pat, before advancing towards him and wordlessly reaching to cup his cheeks in her hands and draw him downwards as she rose upwards on her toes. A kiss was waiting for him, warm and clearly jubilant about something. He was happy as ever to receive Navia's affection, but such an act without an exchange of words prefacing it, usually meant something good had happened. He looked at her with a smile but a curious look in his eyes as she pulled back, a grin beaming on her features as she quite simply stated they had made it.<br/><br/>Théadan understood immediately what she meant, and knew why her spirits were so high, they had reached Khlurios. It was almost shocking to hear it had finally happened, they had been travelling for so long now, been in each others company through highs and lows, talking about this moment a few times, and now it was here. He was happy for her, after everything she had gone through, to finally return home. For Théadan it was a relief more than anything that they had finally done what they had set out to do when they left Nygaard a little over two months ago. Her excitement could not be contained of course, as she revealed they were running along the coast, and she had seen it. Navia's lips were meeting his again for a rewarding kiss as she celebrated their arrival back in Khlurios.<br/><br/>Her mind was off and thinking ahead to their preparations to disembark, her hand taking his and giving him a small pull back to the cabin they had made their home the past month. Risho had suggested they get packed, and ready Wyndagar to leave the hold first. Théadan would need to accompany him again, and he could only imagine his horse's excitement would be equal to Navia's at finally being able to feel earth beneath his hoofs again. Navia was straight into the chest to retrieve their belongings and begin transferring them back to the burlap sack, her only lament being having to live out of it again while they journeyed through Khlurios to Mandira. "I do a little bit." Théadan replied, taking a seat on their bed, picking up his own bag and stuffing it with whatever Navia passed over to him. "It is limiting with what you can carry, but I like knowing everything that is important to me is right here with me." On that desperate night when they left Nygaard, he had to take only those things that mattered most. His thoughts briefly turning to the possessions he had left behind, many from his childhood. What would his family have done with them? With his room? He placed some of his clothes at the bottom of his bag and focused on why he enjoyed travelling with just a couple bags. "I like how it strips me down to my bare essentials."<br/><br/>His gaze wandered to the hull which their bed rested against, his eyes imagining seeing through it and the coastline of Khlurios on the other side. Land far warmer than he was used too, filled with people whose language he was still struggling to learn. "Almost to Khlurios..." He murmured feeling some what shocked by it, he could hardly believe it. Somehow they had done it, despite the hostility of Mes'Mo'Tan they had survived their journey and the final leg was in sight. There were conflicting emotions for him, but he was happy, happy to finally be arriving, to fulfill his promise to Navia, and see how happy she was. It was an opportunity for him to find a new home with the woman he loved, all of them reasons to be happy. "You'll be setting foot on home soil again. It's been a long time coming, you must have thought about this moment a few times." He said, trying to imagine just how thrilled his lover was. "Is there anything you had imagined you would do when you finally reached your homeland again?"