Running the comb through her hair against and again, Damita finally sectioned off her hair into three parts. Reaching back, Damita started braiding those three parts into a plait, tying it off at the end with a piece of leather. She was keeping her eyes to herself, having heard the telltale rustle of clothing falling to the floor.<br/><br/>Damita brought her head up, glancing to the side partially, smiling. “It is just one of many dresses Tala, it is alright. Keep it for someday special.” Damita returned her attentions back to her suitcase, picking out a stick of kohl from its depths. Moving mainly out of practice, Damita put the kohl on with precision, first one eye and then the other – Ah, it was nice to feel clean and properly dressed for once.<br/><br/>