She canted her head to the side as he laughed, arching a brow. While his words were understood, Damita had to wonder if there was any of Toho within that beast; or if it had its own personality, own ideas and acted on its own whims. While she did not fear Toho, she would have been a liar to say that she did not fear what he had become, or what he had done to her the night previous. It had hurt, terribly, and the fear on top of it had made it all the more humiliating.<br/><br/>Damita leaned back into the soft touch against her neck, eyes closing as he sought to search those cinnamon irises. She didn’t want him to see the betrayal, the hurt she still held because of her father; she did not want him to see that speck of fear that flared every time she thought of that great feline beast, of what it did. Laying her cheek back against his chest, Damita let her eyes open once more, listening to Toho’s explanation. “Do they fear you because… Because…” She swallowed hard, trying to get past the lump in her throat. “Because of what you became, last night?”<br/><br/>She paused, searching her thoughts, “I can see why the chief wanted to find you someone. No one wants to be alone forever.” Damita fell silent, listening to his heartbeat and the sounds of his breath as his chest expanded with each inhale and went back down with each exhale. While one arm was curled against her breasts, the other was curled around Toho’s side, her fingers idly petting against his back. “It’s not your fault Toho… But, thank you.” Her tone was sullen and sad, her hidden eyes portraying whatever was in her tone.<br/>