Several questions had made themselves known during her sleep, dreams posing the very best questions in living color- so to speak. Damita didn’t quite remember that she’d wanted to know what was to become of her; was she just to be his consort, or would he eventually take another of his own tribe to be his wife? Would she be required to bear him a child? Not that the idea of bearing a child was scary, she had been told it was her place in life since she was small.<br/><br/>The little intimate touches had done more for Damita than anything else, her fear having completely melted under his touch; it hadn’t hurt, no, it had aroused and confused. His stare was almost unsettling if it weren’t for the blatant lust within his eyes, the want for more than just touching her body – His stare made her quiver, her lips touching against his softly over and over before he pulled away, posing his question.<br/><br/>Damita giggled before she could help herself, leaning forward to nuzzle her cheek against his, a hand caressing over the opposite cheek. “I am fine,” She promised, leaning back to look at him once more.<br/>