[color=D6CC88]Amuné did her best to ignore the Machina's expression.  Her feelings were all mixed up regarding him, and it wasn't pleasant.  She only half payed attention as Ethan and Nymira asked after the missing healer, speaking with various townsfolk.  They didn't seem to be having any luck, and the girl was glad, though she didn't tell them.  Maybe if they didn't find Zander they would get to leave without him.  That would be nice.

Unfortunately, when Nymira talked to a man playing a song for a small crowd from the balcony of an inn, he recognized the name.  The girl frowned.  So much for leaving Zander behind.  The man vanished inside, and soon a woman opened the front door for them.  Amuné didn't want to go inside.  She wanted to stay far away from someone like that.  But Ethan was going in, and she didn't want to be left behind either.  So she let him help her down and went inside, keeping her gaze on her shoes.  Wyth stayed close by, ears flattening whenever Cecil got too close to his girl.

They were shown to a smaller room off the main area, one that was filled with smells from the kitchen, but Amuné didn't really pay attention to the wonderful aroma.  She wasn't hungry, not after what had happened just a short while ago.  She just slid into a seat and regarded her clasped hands in her lap as Wyth settled himself at her feet.  The child ignored the pitcher of juice set on the table.  Even if she'd wanted any, this was an inn and they'd have to pay for it, so she'd need to ask before having some.  She'd heard the lady at the door coughing.  Had Zander done that to her, like he'd killed the mayor?  She hoped the woman would be okay.  Amuné let the conversation wash over her for the most part, still sulking.  Her only contribution was a grumpy comment of, "Well /I/ don't think he's a good fit."[/color]