Damita stared at her father as he motioned the carriage to start moving again, disbelief registering on her features. He had… Known? Anger darkened her face as she turned, nails having sunk into flesh as she held onto Toho’s arm, the girl’s mouth still for the moment; it was no use speaking to these people, for they seemed to not know a word of English – But wait, how had her father bartered with them then? “You.” The one word came out harsh, demanding, the word aimed towards the chief. “Do you speak English?”<br/><br/>Damita slumped back against Toho, though not before delivering a sharply placed elbow to his gut before she sat back up, wiggling to find a better seat. She was far from defeated on the matter, her shoulders set back, chin at a defiant angle as she sat proudly, refusing to touch Toho of her own accord. Tears had come to her eyes, though she blinked them back, refusing to cry in front of such savage strangers – Tears were for those who deserved them and now as far as she was concerned, the old man didn’t deserve them.<br/>