Ethan wasn't too sure if he was grateful or not right now. Grateful that he was alive, sure, but grateful for what he had learned? Grateful to know that his entire reason for traveling so far from home was moot now? He'd felt out of place before in his journey and there were plenty of times he'd been without direction but now he was lost, a wholly new, crushing sort of lost. Knowing there was a good chance Amuné's parents may be dead as well, that Nymira's goal may be unattainable, the feeling that they had no purpose or chance was devastatingly depressing. If not for the little girl holding his hand he'd probably have slinked back to their quarters and spent the evening miserable and alone, but Amuné needed food and he did too. Managing a hollow smile as the Ydran expressed her thanks again to Kensen he nodded silently before the Dimuran wandered off, leaving their group alone in an unfamiliar place. Though very few people if any paid them mind here Ethan felt increasingly unsettled and scrutinized, shifting uncomfortably until Nymira spoke and pulled him from his mulling.

"We'd do best to get some food in us otherwise we'll be useless tomorrow," Nymira spoke as she scanned the room for any signs of where to find food. It wasn't terribly different from the halls where her people usually dined, where warriors gathered to build morale before a battle or returned upon victory to celebrate. Certainly a bit more refined than the halls she was used to though, even if she was certain many of the occupants were drunk on mead. At last spotting a long row of tables along the edge of the room she made a straight line for them, eyebrows raising at the display of foods before her.

"Impressive..." They spared no expense to feed their people and had a wide variety of foods on display for them to enjoy, many of which she didn't recognize whatsoever. Beef she was plenty familiar with, a few white fish seemed to be similar to what she was used to, but multi-colored meets, odd looking vegetables, foods she was positive weren't food at all, it was a lot to take in. Looking back around the room she got a good idea why there was so much variety in the meals: Varuna, Dimuran, Muran, Ydran, and if she wasn't mistaken even a Divined or two, members of nearly every race sat at a table here. It was the first time in her travels she'd ever seen so many races together at once, perhaps this group wouldn't be such a poor ally after all.

Though his motions were mechanical and halfhearted Ethan wanted to be certain Amuné and Wyth were fed after today. His own appetite had since escaped him but knowing he'd be chastised for not eating he grabbed a plate for himself as well, filling it sparingly compared to his companions. One look at the moorcat and he was reminded that Wyth desperately needed to see a healer before too long as well even if his wounds had since begun to scab over. But first things first they had to eat before they fainted from hunger, the healer and that old woman from before should be there when they were done. Having to carefully balance two plates in one hand Ethan waited for Nymira to finish getting her food as well and stared in amazement at the sizable portions she'd taken, quickly closing his mouth when she shot him a curious glance for his gawking. If she was that hungry then fine, he'd never known she would eat so much. 

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Having food in one's stomach was comforting in of itself and Ethan managed to calm down a little after eating. Now all that was left to do was be examined by the healers and perhaps wash up before turning in for the day. With the sun now slowly descending behind the mountains surrounding Mutebo long shadows were cast along the front of the buildings, the halls illuminated by lights hanging from the ceiling above. Electricity flowed through the building though only came on around dusk, and it was something both Ethan and Nymira were largely unaccustomed to. What a luxury to have light even after the sun had set and not need a fire or half a dozen braziers to light the way. As a result of there being light everywhere the building was plenty alive even at such a late hour and reaching the medical ward meant crossing paths with quite a few of the buildings inhabitants. Most simply ignored the group and went on their way while a few exchanged brief but pleasant greetings with them; a few of Taliya's group were less than welcoming of the group but they only took a quick jab and left it at that, no one really saw fit to trail along and bother them. Upon reaching the ward they were greeted by the same older woman from before who seemed tired but still wore the same friendly smile as last time.

"We were wondering if you'd be coming or not, come in, come in!" she ushered gently, stepping back and giving ample room for everyone to come in. Two beds were already vacant and waiting for them, and a male healer greeted them with a warm smile as well.

"You must be the children Gertrude was talking about. Come on in and get comfortable kids, we'll be with you in just a second." Behind the smile there was a slight look of concern plaguing the healer, not for those before him but for another matter. As his brow furrowed slightly he looked to Gertrude with a questioning glance, leaning in and whispering something in her ear as he gestured back vaguely towards a table.

"I don't know where he is either, he was supposed to be here half an hour ago," Gertrude admitted with a tired sigh, shrugging her thin shoulders before smiling, "But we'll make do until he gets here. Can you see to the moorcat first? His wounds seemed to be the worst of the bunch." 

Appraising the group on his own the healer nodded in agreement, lowering himself to one knee and showing Wyth a friendly smile. "Hey there big guy, how about I take a look at those wounds and clean them for you?" Poor animal's wounds were at least bandaged and from the looks of it someone with at least basic knowledge had handled doing so. Still it was a good idea to unravel the wraps and make certain nothing was in the wounds, and cleaning them may not hurt either to be safe. Slightly concerned how the operation might go the healer turned to Amuné for help in the matter. "Young lady would you mind giving me a hand helping your pet?" he asked as he motioned to a table, turning a screw beneath it to lower it slightly. "If you could just sit with him and keep him calm while I work everything will go much more smoothly."

Abrasions and minor cuts aside Nymira didn't believe she needed any medical attention, an opinion clearly not shared by those practicing here. As she attempted to turn and leave the room Gertrude took her by the hand to stop her, raising an eyebrow as she was given a wag of the finger and coy smile. Letting out a resigned sigh she followed the woman then to the other open bed and looked at it a bit cross as it was nearly chest height with her. Having to wait for the bed to be lowered so she could easily climb atop it she sat on the edge and watched as another woman approached her, tilting her head as she was asked to remove her shirt. Thinking nothing of it she peeled off the dirty garment and laid it beside her on the bed, narrowing her eyes when she heard Ethan let out a stifled gasp. Turning her head to look at him and noticing the brilliant red coating his face she rolled her eyes in disbelief and focused on doing as the healer asked. 

Having to wait his turn for the time being, and feeling rather flustered with Nymira in a slight state of undress, Ethan moved to an open chair along the wall and sat himself down. Near as soon as his rear met the cushioned seat his body felt heavy again as the same issue when eating: fatigue set in and all he wanted to do was sleep. Sighing as he fidgeted to keep himself from simply dozing off Ethan had to resort to slapping himself in the face a few times, probably looking absurd while doing so before leaning back in his seat. His own wounds were largely trivial and he probably didn't even need to be here if it weren't for supporting Amuné with Wyth. But the healers would probably want to take a look at him regardless just to be sure which meant waiting even longer to sleep, much to his chagrin. Stifling a yawn behind his hand he leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes, humming a tune beneath his breath dreamily as he awaited his turn.