Catching his confused look, Damita’s lips curved into a smirk, “I mean, I will be fine for now.” She clarified, trying to walk on her own for the most part. Their walk back was made twice as long due to Damita walking, the girl having to lean against Toho five minutes in, her bruised thighs screaming their protest in the form of throbbing and stabbing pains that ran all the way up along her spine.<br/><br/>Finally spotting the horses, Damita gave a sigh and a little prayer in Spanish, a habit instilled in her from her catholic school. Her hand slid from around his waist, her hands braced on the back of the horse as he helped her mount, a squeal being cut off as she sucked in a sudden breath at the contact between her and the back of the horse. Tears threatened to blur her vision, Damita blinking them back, waiting for Toho to mount his horse.<br/><br/>If walking had been bad, riding was going to be utter torture.<br/>