Damita caught Tala’s look out of the corner of her eye and stopped, sticking her tongue out at the girl – It was the universal sign for, ‘what? Don’t pick on me.’ She gave a –huff- as Tala laughed at her, turning in a flurry of movement as Tala sought to lie on her back. It wasn’t as though she hadn’t seen another female body before, having lived with two sisters – But Tala displayed herself so /openly/!<br/><br/>Scooping water into her hands, Damita let that water roll out of her hands and onto her torso, sighing as it slid over her flesh. She jumped as she felt Tala suddenly at her back, Damita turning her head to eye Tala over her shoulder, muscles tense – The girl just didn’t seem to have any modesty at all! Giving a sigh, Damita continued to go about her business, washing her front as Tala sought to wash her back for her.<br/><br/>It was an appreciated gesture, but unneeded. “I haven’t seen much of the village really.” Damita replied, pausing a moment before answering the question quietly, sadly. “I would miss home if I had a home to go back to.” Her father was dead to her, and therefore there was no home. Damita had turned her head forward, staring down hard at the water, a slight smile playing on her lips as Tala rested her chin on her shoulder. “You ask many questions,” Damita teased, poking Tala gently on the cheek before she retreated, going back to helping her wash.<br/>