If there was one thing about Damita that Toho had yet to learn, it was that her loyalties ran deep; she would turn her back on someone easily. Her father was a different case, having betrayed her trust, lied to her and sold her for the greater good of himself; she felt incredible guilt at hating him so, though she could not bring herself to forgive the old man so soon – the wound was too new for her.<br/><br/>Damita raised her arm, arching a brow as he sought to help her like soldiers would help their wounded brothers. A quiet squeak was given as he lifted her, her hold around his shoulders tightening. Instead of holding herself proudly, Damita allowed herself to cuddle against his chest, eyes closing as she focused on ignoring any pain she was having. The rhythm of his gait lulled her into complacency, Damita waiting until they were there, trying to remain as still as possible.<br/>