Most of the ride was spent in comfortable silence, and occasional idle chit-chat. He kept his horse at a leisurely pace, not wanting the less-experienced Damita to get seperated from him - though he was admittedly impressed by her riding skill, and told her so.<br/><br/>When the arrived at the hill overlooking the Spanish outpost, Toho halted her horse, and wordlessly rode on ahead without her. Some of the Spanish eyed him fearfully as he rode past them, seeking out Damita's father, who look petrified to see Toho again. The old man seemed to half-expect Toho to tell her something awful had happened to his daughter, and asked after her. Doing as he promised, Toho said nothing of Damita or her welfare, asking only to retrieve the rest of her belongings.<br/><br/>That seemed to give her father some comfort..if the Indian was here for her luggage, surely she was okay..right? He led Toho towards his home, the largest in the outpost, and slipped inside, re-emerging dragging two large suitcases with him. Without another word, the Jaega slid off his horse, strapped the baggage to either side of his horse, and rode off just as slowly and confidently as he'd entered.<br/><br/>When he met up with Damita again, his face was slightly surly, as though her disdain for her father had rubbed off on him. Part of him was truthfully grateful for the old man's greed, because it had given him a worthy consort; but if she hated him, so did he, then.<br/><br/>"Ready?"