Damita wasn’t completely daft, nor was she bereft of manners – They had been ingrained in her since she was young and she wasn’t going to abandon them for neither love nor money. Cinnamon gaze watched Toho as he seated himself, making himself comfortable against the wall of the tent. “Thank you.” She murmured, letting her eyes drift shut, staying quiet. She fell into a light sleep rather quickly, though it only mere hours later that she awoke.<br/><br/>Sitting up, Damita rubbed her eyes, glancing around the tent. Hoping to find Toho asleep, she decided to go for a little walk; her heart was heavy with sorrow and she needed some time alone to herself. Pushing the fur off of herself, Damita stood, not bothering to put her shoes back on as she snuck out of the tent. Standing outside for a moment, Damita turned and headed towards the forest, shoulders quivering as the cold snuck upon her. ‘Should of brought the fur,’ She thought idly, ‘too late now.’<br/><br/>Her steps were light unlike the heavy thoughts upon her mind, the Spanish girl losing all track of time as she walked – She had meant to go for a short walk to help clear her head, though by the time she sought to turn and go back, any signs of the village was gone. The flora of the forest was all around her, dark and foreboding, Damita’s sad thoughts turning to those of horror – Perhaps she had earlier thought of escape, though she had later figured out that she wouldn’t get far without getting lost.<br/><br/>Turns out, she was right.<br/>