She ate quietly as she awaited a reply, unsure if she’d even get one at that point; these people had a gift for ignoring what they didn’t care to hear. Perhaps she was waiting for a reason /why/ she had been gifted to the Jaega, though the answer she got was the very same from before. Shoulders slumped a bit; Damita obviously not very encouraged by the answer, more questions floating around in her head. There was only one actual think she wanted- No, needed to know before she fell silent again. “Was… Was it my father…? That gifted me to you?” She asked, almost choking on the words.<br/><br/>What had she ever done to him that she would be given like a trinket?<br/><br/>Damita was lovely even in the dark, her caramel colored hair darkened, the length bound in a knot at the nape of her neck. Tendrils had escaped, curling around her face, framing her beauty – Perhaps Toho would not find her beautiful, though in her culture she was a ravishing young beauty. She was slender, not overly athletic, her hands and feet delicate; her skin was smooth, soft and pale, telling of one that hadn’t gotten out into the sun much. What were most noticeable about Damita were her eyes, the color of warm cinnamon.<br/><br/>