Damita had to admit that his fingers felt good upon her skin, the girl giving a contented sigh. She was reluctant to move, although she felt she had to – He was, after all, offering to get her some clothing. Sitting up, Damita’s hands came up to cover her breasts, her hands not quite big enough to palm the entire pale orb. Cinnamon gaze flicked down, that blush deepening as the stains upon her front became apparent.<br/><br/>“I do need to wash up.” Damita said quietly, brows furrowing as she noticed the slight red stain on her inner thighs. Cinnamon gaze moved to Toho’s face before averting, hesitant to hear what he had to say about what she looked like – After all, she was not naturally part of the Jaega tribe, nor did she really look like any of them.<br/>