Minutes turned into hours, the night widdling away to the early morning hours before Damita came around, eyes fluttering open. She was curled on her side, the blanket curled around her in a cocoon of warmth. Mind was hazy, confusion spiking her for a moment -- Where was she? Easing herself to a sitting position, the throbbing of her bottom was enough to remind her.<br/><br/>Grimacing, Damita shifted so that most of her weight was on her legs, cinnamon gazing seeking Toho out. Tear trails were tracked through the light dusting of dirt on her face, her expression painful as cinnamon gaze found what it sought. Wordlessly she pushed the blanket from herself, looking down to find it was her own. Soft smile curved her lips as she stroked the handmade quilt, remembering receiving it fondly.<br/><br/>Still deciding to say nothing, Damita pushed herself to her feet, biting back the yelp that lay so heavy on her tongue – It was time to get back so that she could wash and possibly go back to sleep.<br/>