It would not mean much to her if he had told her what an honor it was at that point, he would have to explain to her why – Likely only angering her more. There would be no placating her at this point, her anger more directed now at her father more than Toho himself. Damita took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh, shaking her head over the information she’d just learned. Toho’s words were comforting, though it was hard to comfort someone who thought they were not wanted, unloved by their own parent.<br/><br/>Turning to the side, Damita brought her knees up, arms hugging them to her chest. Settling her chin on her knees, she let her face slide so that her cheek was rested against the fabric of her dress, eyes closing. Toho’s words reached her ears, though it did not warrant a response from the little Spanish princess, another little sigh given. Manners demanded that she finally formally introduce herself, although she disliked the idea – if she was to be his consort, he had to know her name. Lifting her head, Damita slanted a glance at Toho. “I am Damita,” She said quietly, her accented voice making her Spanish name all but purr as it was said in an English tongue.<br/>