[color=D6CC88]Wyth fussed when the man pulled at tender skin, but his girl put her arm around his neck and stroked his head and told him to hold still, and what a good boy he was.  He stilled, but was clearly not happy about it.  He made a noise that was so clearly relieved when Amuné told him all done that she couldn't help but laugh.  "You're a big baby sometimes, aren't you?  Silly~" she giggled.  "Now say thank you to Healer Quill."  Following her gesture, Wyth looked at the healer, then back to his girl.  No longer obligated to stay put, he got to his feet and stretched, tail swishing lazily.  Amuné sighed.  "That's not good manners," she scolded.  "Thank you, Healer Quill."

She gave his question of her own injuries due consideration, then pulled up the sleeve of her shirt and craned her neck to look at her shoulder.  "A very bad Magi cut me with ice," she said, resorting to using touch when she couldn't twist herself to see it properly.  The injury was all but healed, but she dutifully presented it for examination anyhow.  "He said...he said we're too dangerous to live?"  She looked up at the healer, expression solemn.  "He mentioned orders...I-I guess he must've meant...from the Church...if they're actually bad like that mean lady said...."  She trailed off, and the doctor was saved having to reply by a sudden fuss at the door.  There was someone new, and Ethan had ended up on the floor somehow.  Amuné didn't know what had happened, but she knew with healers present she shouldn't get in the way.  Still, she was relieved when he gave her a smile.

The new man was interesting.  He didn't look much older than Ethan, and he seemed a bit irresponsible, if he was late like Gertrude said, and careless since he'd knocked Ethan down so badly.  "Is he learning to be a healer like you?" The girl asked Quill, perhaps a bit too loudly since the person she was discussing was in the room.  She didn't mean anything bad by it, of course, but it still wasn't very good manners. She was just curious, openly watching him.  She'd only ever met one healer in training, and that was her mother's apprentice.  "I'm going to be a healer too when I grow up, you know," she added proudly.  "Mommy says I have a lot to learn, but I already know a bunch of different healing herbs and what they do, and I've helped Mommy when she's checking people."  The child called it helping, but it was more like watching quietly and sometimes fetching things from across the room.

The sight of Nymira in the poor-fitting clothes of a city-dweller, especially carrying that burning bit of cloth, made Amuné put a hand over her mouth to smother giggles.  The princess looked so frustrated!  And had she lit her clothing on fire by mistake?  Oh dear![/color]