[color=D6CC88]Amuné bit her lip in apprehension as Ethan and Nymira tried to formulate a plan.  The man wanted Wyth to stay with her, but the child thought that was silly.  After all, she was going to be hiding, while most of the others were fighting the thieves.  Then again, Wyth was not the best when it came to knocking people out.  A swat with his paw could knock a man dizzy, yes, but he was built for hunting.  So they both stayed behind, hidden in the brush, as Ethan, Nymira, and Cecil headed for the steamboat.  "Be careful!" she called after them softly.

As they went off, the girl clasped her hands, closed her eyes, and prayed to the Saints to keep them safe.  She didn't speak the words out loud, but her lips moved slightly.  When she finished, Amuné turned to watch the fighting.  She didn't have the best view from where she was, and she felt nothing but worry.  Would everyone be okay?  Maybe it was a good thing they had the healer along after all.  Amuné glanced at him for a moment before looking back at the ship.[/color]