[color=D6CC88][u][b]Norman's shop[/b][/u]

Amuné gave Norman a shy smile.  She considered about asking for oil, but she didn't think Ethan had much money, and they were already in the mechanic's debt -- a fact that he quickly made clear.  Looking for a person wasn't too bad, though it meant they'd have to talk to people, something she wasn't sure was wise if there were bad men after them.  But Ethan cheerfully agreed, so she stayed quiet, save to call Wyth back when he started nosing around the shop into things she wasn't sure were okay for a moorcat to get into.  Amuné listened to Nymira's appearance.  She was pretty good at finding people, but that was back home where she knew everyone and everywhere they might be.  She hoped they'd have luck finding the woman.

Outside the shop, Amuné sighed to herself.  Ethan admitted that, yet again, he had failed to think ahead.  She supposed she wasn't surprised, but it was worrisome, his utterly carefree nature.  Still, she probably had that to thank for him taking her under his wing, so she couldn't object too much.  When he crouched to put himself at her level, she gave him an uncertain smile.  She was worn out from travelling, and the gash on her shoulder was a dull ache.  She desperately wanted a warm bath, and something to eat.  But there were other concerns to think about.  "Do you have enough money for that?" she asked, grey eyes shadowed.  "Really, if I just wash it out it /should/ be okay...and the same goes for my clothes...."  Yes, they were worn and her mother would have been aghast at the sight of her daughter in such rags, but they would do.  "I...I just wanna wash off, really."  She brushed at the dirt smudges that covered her exposed skin, a futile gesture.  "I'm all dirty and it feels icky.  And lunch, lunch would be good since we missed it."[/color]