Damita was comforted when his hand touched her cheek, his smile returned with one of her own. She was loath to move from that spot, feeling safe, though they had to leave – There was always a chance the offending tribe would send out people to find their missing warriors; she didn’t care to be there if they showed up. Sure, being ravaged hurt horribly, but being tortured was that much worse.<br/><br/>“I will live,” She assured him, moving stiffly, seeking to move out of his lap. It was a slow process, getting up, but she managed to do so without too many grimaces or sounds. Moving that few steps to her blanket, she scooped that up as well, wrapping it back around her shoulders.<br/>