[color=D6CC88]The woman's words did nothing to reassure Amuné.  Indeed, the effect was quite the opposite, leaving her even more upset than before.  She didn't want to let go of Ethan, not even long enough for him to help her into the cart, and once he settled himself the girl moved to lean against him, grabbing a fistful of shirt.

Wyth leaped up into the cart after his girl, stretching his injured leg carefully.  She was unhappy, but the man was looking after her for the moment, and the moorcat used the opportunity to take a better look at the new Dimuran that was joining them.  He seemed safe enough, at least for the moment, and Wyth didn't smell anything that would indicate otherwise.  With a great whff of exhaled breath, the feline returned to his girl's side, laying down next to her and rubbing his head against her tucked-in knees.

But even the great cat's rumbling purr was not enough to make Amuné feel better.  Why did people keep coming after them?  What had they ever done?  It wasn't fair, it wasn't right, and now Cecil was gone and she should have done better, she should have used her magic even if she saw awful things and then she could have warned him sooner, so the attack would never have been made.  Next to her, the child felt Ethan's breath hitch, and a glance up at his face told her she wasn't the only unhappy one.  Even though it was hard to get words out around her tears, Amuné reached for his hand and squeezed it.  "It's okay, everything w-will be okay, right?" she said, trying to reassure him even though she didn't exactly believe it herself.  "I mean, we'll make it somehow.  W-we'll be okay."[/color]