Ever vigilant, Damita noticed the brief touch of a smile upon his lips, returning it with a weak one of her own. He didn’t look quite so stern when he smiled, the gesture quelling Damita’s uneasiness. The day had worn the Spanish princess out, too many emotional rides having taken their toll. It was a shock to be free one moment, and then be declared as someone’s consort the next – The seventeen-year-old looked very much like a doll, something to be gathered up and protected like she would break.<br/><br/>Of course, Damita was made of sterner stuff than that, though at that moment one couldn’t know it. The heated, angry blush had faded away, leaving her cheeks pale once more, cinnamon gaze lifting to watch as Toho stood. “Si, I would. Will you be sleeping here as well?” She blushed, looking away. Damita would not kick him out of his bed, nor would she tell him that she wanted to sleep alone – She was actually use to sleeping with others by her side, having become use to it when she and her sisters use to share a room. Moving slowly, Damita took up a spot on the mat, covering herself with the fur he’d earlier draped over her shoulders.<br/>