His delicate touch made her squirm, her soft skin sliding against his as she stretched against him. She felt him move and let her fingers drop, instead drawing invisible shapes against his hip. “There is more than one animal you can change into then?” She questioned, interest coloring her tone, “Are there others that can.. Change?” She understood the need to protect his clan, the same need that she’d once felt when dogs had attacked her sisters – She had beat them off with a broom. Though it was not the same situation, it was the same feeling behind it.<br/><br/>Damita chuckled at his words, pushing away the sadness; the last thing she needed was for him to think she was weak of mind. “Sometimes, things need to hurt before they can feel better.” She murmured, not wanting to tell him that it /had/ hurt; lest she just add to his guilt. He’d already apologized and she’d forgiven him – For the moment. “Why did you not tell me before?”<br/>