Her hands are so soft. His hands hadn't been that way in a long time. Smooth but hard calluses covers the palms of his hands. He watches her go, a tad bit sad at having to do so. He wants to get to know her better. He quickly hides the extra coins that she had given him before returning home. The servants had never seen Damian attack his chores with such gusto.  He jogs most of the way to the bridge, his well trained eyes picking her out easily. "I'm here," he calls out, slowing to a swift walk.