Amuné sobbed into the Muran's chest.  She'd tried hard not to think of what might have happened, but sometimes her worry became overwhelming, and with Cecil lying broken and too-still, it was one of those times.  Ethan managed to comfort her, and at last the girl subsided into whimpers and sniffles.  "You're sure?  Cecil's just sick, he's not gone?  You're sure he'll come back and wake up again?  And my dreams are just bad dreams?  You'll stay until Mommy and Daddy can take me home?  Everyone will be okay?  ...Promise?"  She gulped a deep breath and wiped her eyes, nodding.  "Okay.  Okay, I'll do my best.  I'll be brave like Daddy said.  I can do that.  I can."  She took another shaky deep breath, and gave Ethan a brief but very tight hug.  "I'm sorry.  I'm trying.  It's hard -- but I'll try harder.  I'll be brave."

Ethan's comment about her parents scolding her for skipping a meal brought an unsteady and sheepish smile.  "Y-yeah, okay.  We can do that.  A healer to check on Wyth, and then dinner."  Amuné slid off the bed and took his hand in hers, rubbing her reddened eyes with the other.  "I...I guess maybe I am hungry after all...."  Sticking close to his side and with Wyth nearby on the other, the child followed out of the room.