[color=D6CC88]The child was still sobbing softly into Cecil's shirt, and didn't even notice Ethan enter the room.  She flinched when he touched her back, until she recognized his voice.  A high, thin wail escaped her, though mostly she was still a reasonable volume.  She'd been so very scared.  The Machina tried to pull away but Amuné wouldn't release him, letting him move only far enough to wrap her arms around his and press against his side.  She didn't want to let go.

Amuné didn't look at all the dead people around.  They were bad, they'd taken her and the others and hurt them and yelled at them and who knew what else.  She wanted to leave, to get far far away from them and not come back.  Nor did she look at the guard outside, lowering her head so she wouldn't actually meet his gaze.  She'd not said anything since being let out of the cage, and now she finally found her voice.  "Th-thank you.  Cecil, Ethan...Nymira.  I'm sorry, th-thank you for finding m-me and coming and letting me out..."  The girl trailed off as tears closed her throat again, falling into a mumbled and shaky litany of thanks and apologies, with the occasional comment on how scared she'd been.

Wyth limped after them, glad to have his girl back and safe.  She was upset but unharmed, and the upset would go away in time.  With her returned to the ragtag company, he could relax at least a little.  His one paw was injured, and he'd been stabbed near one of his hips, but he could still manage to hobble after them.[/color]