Damita let herself move until her back was straight again, trying to avoid twisting herself too much; she wasn’t use to horseback riding, though she could if she needed to – It had been one of the many lessons she’d had to learn before coming to the new land. Her other lesson had involved shooting a rifle, though she was seriously doubtful any of them would have one. Cinnamon gaze lifted upward, trying to estimate just how much daylight she had left.<br/><br/>Were they going to ride all the way to their village, or stop and make camp? Damita worried her bottom lip between her teeth, hoping that they were going to stop somewhere. Her plan was relatively simple – though she was hoping she would not be tied – she would simply slip away during the night. Toho’s words brought her out of her brief thought, her gaze idly moving downward to her hands. Her knuckles were white from her grip on his arm, the little Spaniard finally easing up her grip before shifting, finally letting her back rest against Toho’s front. Her back hurt terribly, as did her head; this was all so very much to take in such a short time.<br/><br/>“Gift?” The sorrow in her tone was unavoidable, his words echoing through her mind. ‘One of the Jaega…’ She made a low sound in her throat, arms moving to cross over her stomach as they continued to ride.<br/>