Damita shifted her weight from one foot to the other, the dress brushing against her legs with the movement, rustling quietly in the silence between them. Standing toe to toe, Damita watched Toho’s face as he explained to her the problems with calling the third form, a hand reaching up to tuck a lock of his hair behind his ear.<br/><br/>“There can be nothing worse than the bear,” Damita joked, trying to lighten his mood somewhat, “I will not fear this third, not when the other two have done me no lasting damage.” Standing on tiptoe, she kissed his nose, smiling slightly. “Now, what did Tala and your father do to help you call the other two?”<br/>