Toho stroked her cheek tenderly as she moved to look up at him. Another exhausted sigh slipped through his lips, then a smile. He hardly noticed how tired his body was..the pain of transformation and reversion, bones and muscles twisting and contorting unnaturally. And he hadn't slept, choosing instead to watch over the sleeping Damita. But mainly it was all the sadness of knowing what he'd done to her. Her forgiveness helped, but only so much.<br/><br/>He leaned in to press his lips tenderly to her forehead, nuzzling against her. His fingers stroked at her chin as his eyes roamed her face, as they had a habit of doing at every opportunity, obviously admiring her beauty.<br/><br/>"Yes." He glanced over his shoulder the way they'd come. "Maybe you would prefer to get changed into your other garments? You seem cold."