[color=D6CC88]Amuné stopped short when she saw Ethan fighting the bandit in the hold.  She was so glad he was okay that she forgot about finding Cecil for a moment.  He didn't seem to be having trouble, but she wasn't sure if she could move past them to find Cecil.  The girl tried to warn him about the bad men coming, but she couldn't get the words out well enough for them to reach him.  Just knowing that Ethan was alright helped her sort out her thoughts immensely, and she took a deep breath, trying to calm the pounding of her heart.  By the time the lump in her throat cleared enough to talk, they'd both seen her, and the bandit was cursing at Ethan.

"Don't talk to him like that!" she cried, angry at anyone who thought she shouldn't be with Ethan.  Her hands curled into fists.  "He said I should stay back but then the men in suits came, and I couldn't stay where I was!"  Ethan wanted her to leave to find Cecil, and she probably should.  They needed to go before the suited men trapped them.  The woman wanted her gone, too, but the girl didn't believe for one minute that she didn't intend to hurt Ethan.

"You're lying," Amuné shot back.  "You'll hurt him if you can, but that doesn't matter right now.  The men in suits will kill everyone, if they get a chance.  Ethan, they've got crystals in their weapons, and they're using magic!"  Her voice rose in distress.  "They...they speared one of the hurt bandits in the head, just because they could, and they tried to kill Zander."  She was starting to shake again, a new wave of tears spilling down her cheeks.  "We need to get away from them.  All of us."  Her gaze flicked to the bandit woman.  "They're killing your friends too.  Please, is this really worth--"

A scream tore through the room, and the girl paled.  A scream like that meant someone was in a lot of pain.  Was it Cecil?  Nymira and Zander were up above, and Ethan was busy with the lady bandit.  She was the only one left, though Cecil was so strong, she doubted she'd be anything more than a nuisance to anything that could hurt him so badly.  No, she had to try, he was her friend too, and she had Wyth with her.  She'd find a way to help him.  There was always a chance of success, but only if she didn't give up.  Amuné started towards the door leading deeper into the hold, looking back at the pair of combatants on the floor before turning to face forward and dashing off.

She made her way to where the cargo was kept.  It was quiet there now, no sounds of struggle, which only made her worry more.  When she found Cecil, he was alone, kneeling on the floor, hands clutching his head.  The child glanced at Wyth, but though the moorcat was alert, he wasn't acting like anyone else was around.  She wasn't sure where the other person could have gone, but making sure her friend was okay came first.  She hurried to his side.  "Cecil?" she asked, getting down on her knees and leaning over so she could see his face.  She gasped.  His eyes were flickering like he was low on power.  No, no!  Not again, not now.  They couldn't afford to have him sick now, this was awful!

Amune tried shaking him.  "Cecil, please, you can't pass out now!  Tell me where you were hurt, and I'll help if I can, but I need you to be okay.  Please, wake up!  We need to go, there's bad men coming!"  She sent a silent prayer to Saint Edos, that Cecil would be well enough to leave under his own power.[/color]