It wasn’t in her nature to hold a long grudge and so it was likely that Damita would not hold this against Toho; though her memory was like that of an elephants – She literally forgot nothing. Damita was a stubborn thing, one that would thrive and survive out of spite towards others if she so wanted to. She felt nothing, even as he shook her shoulder, her angelic face serene unlike in the moments previous.<br/><br/>She was lost in darkness, dreamless, feeling nothing. Had she been awake, she would have most likely rejected Toho’s help, though she was not. She lay limp within his arms, not moving for the longest time, even when he laid her down on her quilt. The smell of home must have stirred something deep within, the girl finally taking a deep breath within sleep, curling into the blanket.<br/><br/>Toho, if he decided to stay in that spot, would be waiting a long time for Damita to awaken; and as night set in around them more concretely, her form shivered, curling further and further into the blanket for warmth.<br/>