Damita took her time in washing the dirt from her body, starting with her face and working her way down. Hands made sure to reach every part of her: her breasts, stomach, and worst of all, where it throbbed between her thighs. The cool water made her breath hiss out from between clenched teeth as she washed, fingers gently scrubbing away the dried juices from the inside of her thighs.<br/><br/>His words drew her attention, a brow arching in question before lips curved into a semblance of a mysterious smile. “I won’t stand around and not be useful. I couldn’t let you take them all on by yourself without at least trying… Even though it was in vain.” She shook her head, a memory suddenly assaulting her, eyes going wide. “Your shoulder! How is it?” She questioned, turning her head so that cinnamon eyes could search over his body for wounds of any sort – She distinctly remembered him getting hit in the shoulder with something sharp before she fled.<br/>