He simply sighed quietly as she moved back and dressed herself. Her delicate touch had been reassuring, proof that maybe she didn't quite see him as a complete monster. When she quickly drew her hand back from his shoulder, he felt as though it must have been her bitter memories that caused her to pull away so suddenly.<br/><br/>Toho continued to wash himself, rubbing a hand over his rear and the backs of his thighs. When he'd first become Guardian, the tiny, loose animal hairs that sometimes clung to his flesh after reverting had been amusing; now he saw them as a nuisance. He tried to was them all away, then leaned in to dip his entire head into the stream. When he was finished, he wiped the water from his eyes and smoothed that long, black hair back.<br/><br/>He glanced over at where Damita stood, stretching his neck to both sides to let those sore muscles pop a bit. Then he moved towards her, picking up his discarded pants along the way, then sat down beside her. He wanted to find something to say to ease the tension, as she'd been generous enough to do, but nothing came to mind. He simply stared quietly at the rolling stream.