Damita couldn’t find the words to express just how upset she still was with him, questions sorting through her head, seeking to be asked. She continued to hold her tongue, bending slowly to gather up her blanket before shaking it out. Folding it over her arm, her movements were all slow and precise, her eyes kept downcast. What did Toho think of her, what /had/ he thought that he’d attacked her?<br/><br/>Or was it just a cruel side effect of the animals he turned into? He seemed to be only able to change into those with the worst of demeanors. She chewed thoughtfully on her lower lip, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, her body all but quivering as it throbbed it’s protest against her movements. Gaze lifted as Toho drew near, though she did not shy away, instead bringing her chin up. “I can try. There’s no sense in staying out here.” She told him, showing that beneath her soft exterior there was a strip of steel and determination.<br/>