Moving herself onto her knees, Damita dipped her hair down and in the stream, combing her fingers through it in order to clean it. The movement made her stiffen muscles protest, though her need to be clean overrode everything else. Bringing her head up, she wrung out her hair, water cascading down and over her pale body, clinging to her in droplets.<br/><br/>Turning back to Toho, her interest was perked at his words; he healed quickly? Just how quickly? Struggling to her feet, Damita approached apprehensively, water shining on her nude body. Fingers reached out tentatively to stroke the mark that looked like it was already a week old, her face a mask of awe and confusion – It had to do with the animal forms, of that she was sure. “Amazing…”<br/>