[color=D6CC88][u][b]A ways from the campsite[/b][/u]

Amuné slept with her head on Wyth's stomach.  The first thing she did upon waking in the morning was check on Ethan.  The man seemed to be doing better, and she gave a sigh of relief.  He was going to be okay.  Still, he needed his rest and when Nymira wanted to wake him up the girl got in her way.  "He needs sleep so he can get better!" she told the Dimuran, frowning up at her.  "We're not in a hurry, so let him sleep."  Amuné settled in to wait quietly, occupying herself by watching clouds pass.

It was some time later when Ethan finally woke.  Amuné gave him a smile and a hug, ignoring his still-damp clothing.  "I'm glad you're better," she told him.  The little exchange between Ethan and Nymira confused her.  The man wasn't stripping, was he, he was just taking off his shirt, and that was okay.  If he'd gone for his belt she would have turned around because girls aren't supposed to see boys with their pants off.

It seemed they were going to head back to camp.  Amuné hoped the bad Magi had left everything alone -- especially Jorvind and the other horse, and her medical supplies.  When Ethan staggered she was at his side right away, but he seemed to be alright and waved her off.  She looked at Cecil when Ethan asked the Machina how he was doing.  She hoped he was doing better too.[/color]