Damita was curious about this cousin of Toho’s, shocked at her abrupt manner and open questions. While in Spain, it was considered rude to ask something outright (even though Damita did it anyway) in Damita’s household; although, this wasn’t exactly Damita’s house, nor even her family. “Why wouldn’t I?” Damita asked, curiosity within her tone, wanting to know why this other would think such a thing; did others think the same? Was Tala only echoing the others of the others?<br/><br/>Damita continued to eat, politely ignoring Tala’s staring, her pale skin a contrast to the girl’s own. Finishing her grapes, Damita leaned to put the leftover vines back in the basket, resolving to take them out and toss them later. The sudden feel of a hand on her knee startled her, Damita jumping before cinnamon gaze slid to Tala, arching a brow. Damita’s immediate reaction to Tala’s statement was to blush and look away, though she felt compelled to answer. “Thank you Tala.”<br/><br/>She paused for a moment, tilting her head, hair idling it’s way down to caress her shoulder. “Tala, is there a river somewhere nearby? Somewhere I can wash up?” She asked, quietly, almost embarrassed to ask such a thing.<br/>