Damita did not miss a trick, brow arching as her first question was conveniently forgotten. His answer to the second was understood, though she had meant the question in a broader spectrum. “Is there a protector in other tribes as well?” She had a million questions and not enough time to have them all answered. Her face tipped upward, Damita gave a slight smile instead of a frown, her eyes riveted upon his own dark ones.<br/><br/>“The only beast is my Papa.” She replied bitterly, his fingers caressing against her tailbone finally clicking – She was naked and worse yet, her dress was ruined. Her pale cheeks suddenly stained in a blush, Damita’s eyes cast down, a small keening sound given in mourning for her dress. “Toho…” She whispered, “I forgot my suitcase on the carriage. I..” She gave a nervous giggle, biting down on her lower lip. “I have no clothes.”<br/>