Damita was panting, her cheeks reddened by exertion, a triumphant smile hidden by her hand as Tala’s legs finally slid downward. Her toes were dug into the soft sand at the bottom, anchoring her somewhat from falling over. Damita smiled, searching Tala’s face for some suspicious sign that she was just getting close in order to hurt her – She found none, only genuine acceptance.<br/><br/>“Come find me as often as you like, Tala.” Damita invited, taking the girl by the hand and leading her out of the water. “But come, we shall get dressed, and then I have something to show you.” Clambering out of the water, Damita paused by the clean clothes she’d brought, slicking water from her skin with her hands.<br/>