He stood close by her until she seemed ready to stand on her own, watching quietly as she tested the water. He forced himself to look away as she began to disrobe, then just as quickly forced himself to look back at her - he needed to she the bruises, needed to see the damage his lack of control had caused her.<br/><br/>Toho looked down over himself. While carrying Damita, he'd noted dried blood under each of his fingernails, and over his wrists. Probably all over. He sighed and mirrored her, standing a fair distance away from her as he crouched beside the stream, keeping his hands underwater and trying to rub the blood from his fingernails.<br/><br/>He glanced shyly at her again. "Thank you," he said quietly, scooping up some water and draping it over his shoulder, feeling a chill as the cool water poured over him. "..for wanting to help me."