A soft sigh escaped between parted lips, Damita moving ever so slowly towards her own horse, who she was amazed was still there. She tossed the folded blanket over the horse’s back before turning back to Toho at his mention of a stream. Damita looked down then, giving another sigh; she was filthy, sticky and needed to badly wash her face and between her thighs.<br/><br/>“Where is the stream?” She questioned, arms crossing over her stomach. She really didn’t want to walk farther than she had to, though it was in her best interest that she washed up before returning to the village. She would rather go back and pretend nothing had happened rather than have them look upon her and /know/ what had happened.<br/>