He returned soon thereafter, a pair of tan one-piece skirts draped over his arm, each with blue trim that looked so much like the zig-zag patterns the Jaega seemed to prefer. And a red sash for each. Toho had thought they looked a little small for her, but they were only a temporary solution anyway.<br/><br/>He rested them on the ground, then moved to kneel behind Damita. He reached around her, gently taking the washrag from her hand, then dipped it into the bucket and continued to clean her. A hand held her hip as the cloth ran over her breasts, teasing her nipples, then down over her stomach and pelvis. All of it with the utmost innocence. "Do you feel better?"