Toho actually tilted his head like a chastened pet when she lashed out at him again, his shoulders slumping somewhat. His eyes glistened with regret, even more so when she began to walk and he could see herself struggling to manage the pain he'd caused her. Warm air rumbled out of his nostrils as he took a slow step towards her.<br/><br/>Then, suddenly, she crashed to the ground lifelessly, as though her body had simply shut down, her hands not even able to move under her to brace her fall. He hurried over to her, shaking her shoulder. He got no response. She was utterly out cold.<br/><br/>He again slipped his arms underneath her, lifting her limp body up in his arms. He carried her as gently as he could, his mind unable to block out the deja vu: he'd carried her in exactly the same fashion the previous night. The last time he'd hurt her.<br/><br/>Toho hurried her towards where they'd left the horses..luckily, they were still grazing and milling around. He let a hand leave her body to dig into one of her bags, drawing out a large, hand-quilted blanket that had been folded into a remarkable compact square. He quickly whipped it open and spread it on the grass, then layed Damita onto it, wrapping one corner around her.<br/><br/>He watched over her, crouching, chest still heaving, unable to take his eyes off of his beautiful, twice-betrayed consort.