Damita spent a few moments examining that wound, shaking her head in disbelief at how rapidly it had healed; she was envious of the ability, although she was sure it could have been quite the burden at times as well. Looking down into his face, she removed her hand hastily as his look of discomfort, nervously worrying her bottom lip between her teeth once more.<br/><br/>Retreating back to where she’d left her dress, Damita stiffly bent over to pick it up, shaking it out before she put it back on. She was shivering from the cold water, wet hair laying against her neck, tendrils clinging to her cheeks. She wandered over to her blanket, picking it up off and ground and wrapping it around herself before her attention went back to Toho, simply watching him as he washed himself.<br/>