There was too much going on right now and none of it was how Ethan envisioned it. He imagined their triumph over the bandits, securing the ship and managing to bring these men in for some proper punishment. What they got instead was a hollow victory, a handful of the enemy dead, others broken and Amuné and Cecil both having a nervous breakdown. He himself was flustered as well, not knowing whether he should continue on about how wrong things were or whether he should leave it and they move on. Looking between those in the group Ethan let out a silent sigh, running a hand through his hair and closing his eyes. They were done with this either way, now they could return to the mayor, give Lazlo his shipments back and get whatever information Nymira needed. Then they could leave Orosi and hopefully all of these memories behind them.

Looking to Cecil as he mumbled to himself Ethan's brow knitted together in concern, not realizing just how bad his friend was. Did his confrontation really upset him that much? Yes it was wrong what the Machina did yet it wasn't as if he was being condemned to death for it, he'd just gotten a talking to. Between Amuné's crying and Cecil's panicked mumbling and movements it was fairly evident they weren't going anywhere any time soon, not until everyone had a chance to calm down. Feeling rather guilty over bringing on this attack the Muran approached Cecil, and just as he reached out to his friend the Machina stumbled back, holding his head before crouching down. "Cecil... I... You're not a bad person, you aren't," Ethan began, not entirely sure why his friend was even having an episode, "You made a mistake, everyone does. We know for next time and so it won't happen next time, right? Please, don't beat yourself up over it, we'll move on from this." 

While Ethan played the part of consoling Cecil, Nymira tried to give some attention to Amuné. Empathy was not her strong suit though and most instances if a child cried, at least a Dimuran child, they were made to "toughen up" and find some outlet for their anguish. Somehow though she had a feeling telling the Ydran girl to do such a thing wouldn't go over well. Putting on an awkward smile she slowly approached as not to alert Wyth, taking a knee at Amuné's side and placing a hand on her back. "There there little one, it's all over. Everyone is safe and we are victorious, there's nothing to worry about," Nymira said gently, moving closer and placing her arm around the child. Aside from this she wasn't sure what more could be done, she was hardly the best with words either. Hearing someone's voice calling out to them she tensed up, reaching back reflexively for her dagger and finding it absent. "Another bandit...? Damn it all..." she growled, keeping Amuné to her chest as she stood up and glanced over the side of the boat. Not bandits, but guards? From Orosi judging by their outfits, but why were guards here?

"Good, now all of you get off that ship! One at a time, down the gangplank!" the guard continued, gesturing to the long board with his sword, "Every one of you come down with your hands up, and be quick about it!"

Why were they being ordered about by the guard? They hadn't done anything wrong, they'd secured the ship as asked and were now about to leave, what was the problem here? Whatever it was it was apparent the guards were serious, as a quick glance showed each and every one of them was armed. Not just armed but wielding too, something that struck Ethan as highly unusual. Guards should never brandish their weapons against civilians, unless their lives were thought to be in danger. So then... Were these men afraid of them? Glancing between everyone again he slowly rose back to his feet and placed a hand on his sword, wondering just how serious the men were. Maybe they were just being careful, after all they had come out here without really any official word and were the only ones standing in a mess of bodies. Biting his lip in hesitation Ethan went ahead and took the lead, holding his hands up by his head as he slowly descended the gangplank. As soon as he reached the bottom a guard approached and grabbed his arm, wrenching it behind his back and pushing him along. Another took his sword away as well, examining it curiously in its retracted form before tucking it away in the band of his belt.

There wasn't any avoiding the guards then, and trying to do so was only going to cause problems. Following after Ethan, Nymira made her way down with Amuné tucked at her side securely, glaring up at a guard that approached them and moved to restrain her. "I am the crowned princess of the Rumia clan, you will not lay a hand on me," she asserted firmly, clutching the Ydran child to herself securely, "And I am holding this child, I will not allow any of you to lay a hand on her. I am unarmed, that's all you have to worry about." Standing as she was she waited until the man finally backed down, though she was ushered over to join Ethan by other men. As everyone descended the gangplank a handful of guards went onto the ship itself to inspect the damages, collect their weapons at Nymira's behest and check the bodies. What insolence, corralling them like this after all they had done. She'd have to remember to lay into the mayor when they returned for this poor treatment, it was inexcusable. 

Moments later the remaining guards joined the group on the shoreline, notably lacking a certain Naga captive among their rank. Surprisingly both Lazlo and Bernadette were in attendance as well, the former seeming excited to have his wares and the latter thoroughly apologetic. As it happened the guard had caught wind of their business and intended to intervene, but had some trouble finding the ship itself. Bernadette had argued for the children's case and yet it was overridden, perhaps something to do with knocking out their mayor. The fact that somehow word of their being Magi had gotten to become knowledge as well missed her completely, even she hadn't been aware until the news was given. Seeing them now though, disheveled, distraught and worn down she couldn't see them as anything except children, that hardly deserved punishment. 

"Oh my beauties, this is fantastic! I'm so relieved they are untouched!" Lazlo declared with glee as he approached some crates. Ignoring the bandit's corpse being dragged away he dusted some charred wooden chips from the first, cracking it open and beaming at his unharmed product. A small part of him suspected the children might run off with his goods if given the chance, so finding them still here and undisturbed was indeed a thrill. "Oh yes, you lovelies have done quite well! I'd reward you but I imagine the mayor has something in mind already, so I shall simply give my thanks!" he sang, spinning on his heel and facing the group. Finally realizing how distraught both Amuné and Cecil looked, not to mention the latter's notable head wound, Lazlo clasped his hands together and gave each a smile. "Don't look so glum, you've done well! Those crumpled faces are simply abhorrent, do try to smile! You've done a great thing today!"