She hadn’t even bothered to check to see what kind of state he was in; she didn’t care whether or not he changed back at that moment. He had already dealt her enough damage for the night – All she wanted was to sleep, to lose herself in dreams and forget that it had ever happened. Fingers had curled into a fist as she pushed herself upright once more, determined to walk back to the horses without his help.<br/><br/>Her head turned as he spoke her name, Damita’s cinnamon gaze alighting on his face, her eyes narrowing. “Don’t Damita me. I try and help you, and this is what I get. I won’t make that mistake again.” She scowled, pushing herself away from the tree to try and walk with as much pride as her pain would allow. Her head was light, spinning as she walked, each stride gaining her a pain that felt quite like she was being stabbed low in the abdomen.<br/><br/>She had gotten maybe ten steps before her foot came down, vision blacking out totally as the spinning of her head became everything – And then there was nothing, the little spanish female having blacked out, crumpling to the ground. Damita believed firmly in mind over matter, though it seemed that her body disagreed with her.<br/>