The route he took them through was a bit busier than the simpler - but more unsettling - path he could have taken. He stepped through gathered twigs and and around ancient stones. This path, though more difficult to navigate, seemed at the very least to me more beautiful, more soothing.<br/><br/>It was 10 minutes or so before they arrived at the stream, Toho still carrying Damita gently. Moving towards the edge, he set her down on her feet carefully, keeping an arm around her waist just in case. He pulled the blanket from her shoulders, wrapping it carefully in his arms as he took a step or two back to give her some room.