Damita let her hands drift downward to settle in front of her, watching as Tala bounced over to Toho for an immediate hug. Corner of her lip curved upward in an amused smile, mirroring Toho’s own expression for the moment.<br/><br/>Turning, Damita knelt to close up her suitcase, zipping it back up. Standing slowly, Damita brushed her hands over her bottom, smoothing her flimsy sundress down before she repeated the same gesture over her thighs. Cinnamon gaze sought out the two, finding that Tala had unwound herself from Toho and was now happily showing him the dress she’d given her.<br/><br/>Damita wandered over, briefly tickling Tala’s ribs before finally speaking. “Why don’t you try it on?” If need be, it could be taken in – That was one thing Damita knew how to do well, having learned to do her own sewing since she was young – She could even do embroidery, with beads if the need arose.<br/><br/>