[color=D6CC88][b][u]Galloway[/u][/b]

Amuné gave the cleric a half-smile.  She'd always been taught that the Church was good people, though now she was questioning who was and wasn't good closely.  Still, he seemed harmless enough, and he didn't even want to charge to help her.  That was nice of him, and very useful.  Ethan said they had enough, but did they really?  He probably wouldn't tell her even if they didn't.  Adults were like that, not wanting children to worry, and Ethan especially seemed to want to keep people happy.

She kept her uninjured arm around Wyth's neck, biting her lip to keep from crying out when the old man touched her shoulder.  It hurt bad, but injuries always did.  Her father's voice sprang unbidden into her mind, telling her to be a brave girl for her mommy while Mommy cleaned and bandaged her hands and knees where she'd scraped them badly once.  The memory made her eyes sting with tears.  The priest mistook them for tears of pain and assured her that she was being a brave girl and that he'd be done soon, but that only upset her more.  Amuné struggled to keep herself mostly composed, burying her face in Wyth's fur as the moorcat shifted closer.  Fortunately the feline knew that his girl was upset because she was injured and that treating an injury hurt too, so he didn't bare his fangs at the cleric.

"All done," the priest said, digging in his bag for a piece of candy and holding it out.  "You'll be fine, child.  Here you go."
Amuné mustered a wavery smile.  "Thank you," she murmured, taking the treat and shoving it in her pocket for later.  Her mother always said that she'd ruin her dinner if she ate sweets before the meal.

Ethan seemed to think an inn was a good idea.  "I don't care if it's a river so long as I can wash up," the child told him.  "And we need to wash before we get new clothes!  It's no good putting clean clothes on a dirty you."[/color]