Damita allowed herself the pleasure of idling in and out of thought, resting when she could and eyes taking in the scenery when she couldn’t. Ten minutes seemed to be forever in Damita’s mind, eyes narrowing as she tried to place things from last night and she couldn’t – It was better off that way, to Damita at least, seeing as though she wouldn’t have to deal with seeing the dead carcasses.<br/><br/>Hearing the rushing water of the stream, Damita’s head swiveled ever so slightly, cinnamon gaze flicking upward to Toho’s face before looking down to the stream. Set upon her feet once more, Damita grateful for the support that she got from his remaining arm, steadying herself before attempting to move. Apprehensive look was kept to the ground as she moved, settling herself next to the running water, leaning over as she cupped the cool liquid in her hands, splashing it against her face.<br/><br/>The process of cleaning herself was slow and trying, frustration showing when she sought to move and it hurt. A glance was given back at Toho before she simply pulled the dress up and over her head, tucking it behind and to the side of her – There was no part of her that he hadn’t already seen, so there was no need for modesty at that point. Cinnamon eyes took in the marks upon her hips, a string of little bruises on each swell from where he had been holding her – and from there that gaze angled downward, hands gathering water before letting it wash down upon her flesh.<br/>