Ever the stubborn brat, Damita tightened her heels against the horse’s side, speeding it up ever so slightly. The gait was smoother than many horses she’d ridden, though as smooth as it was it was still agonizing. Bringing her horse right up beside Toho’s, Damita tried to keep her focus on anything but her discomfort, catching Toho’s occasional glance and returning it with the raise of a brow and a slight smile.<br/><br/>Damita’s stress level seemed to go up as they returned to the village, though one wouldn’t be able to tell besides the sudden stiffening of her shoulders. Leaving the smile upon her face, Damita only allowed her true thoughts to become known, a grimace given as she let Toho help her from the horse. Lead into the safety of the tent, Damita allowed Toho to lead her over to the mat, the girl seating herself carefully before stretching out on her back, her quilt over top of her. “I’m just tired,” Damita assured him, shaking her head at the offer of food or water; her stomach was unsettled, and giving it something to digest didn’t quite seem like such a good idea.<br/>