Their luck was pretty good, having come across a cleric like that. Though there was a voice in the back of his mind telling him not to go through a church healer, Ethan pushed that aside and brought Amuné forward to be treated. Though there may be some who wished them ill, he couldn't say that this man himself had done anything wrong. As such he couldn't bring himself to suspect or dislike the man, certainly not now that he had patched up their young companion. Smiling gratefully to the cleric he offered over a few coppers for his service, flushing when the man outright refused the payment, claiming serving the Saints was reward enough. Though he himself wasn't cut out for holy work such as this he was somewhat envious of the selflessness that some clerics portrayed; Ethan tried to be as considerate and giving as he could be, though when compared to someone like this priest he felt like he still didn't do enough.

With Cecil able to move under his own power again, and Amuné patched up, they might just as well find an inn to clean up in. Not only that, but Amuné needed her new clothing still, and it would be a decent place to begin their search for this Nymira woman. That made the most sense to him, yet both Amuné and Cecil didn't agree apparently. The former was content with washing up in a river, and the only one that he was even vaguely certain of as far as locations went was the one back down the road, where they had been attacked. For that reason alone it was certainly a no-go, an inn would be safer for them. Cecil wanted to get to work right now, yet if they didn't take a brief break and get cleaned up then who knows when they might get the chance? Amuné really needed some new clothes and to be cleaned, and they would work better on full stomachs anyways. "We can ask questions at the inn, it doesn't necessarily have to be by wandering around and asking," Ethan pointed out with a smile, "Besides, we'll work better after getting freshened up, and who knows what this might bring for us. We should be at a hundred percent incase we tip off the wrong sort of people, don't you think?"

It was mighty convenient to find an inn not terribly far from where they had just been. Being that they were a bit further into Galloway as well, Ethan hoped that in the event anyone did come searching they'd strike out, or at the very least take long enough that the four of them could get away. That was a worst case though, he had no intentions of letting anyone be in danger by getting caught. They just needed to be careful about where they went, that was all. From what little they had gleaned from their encounter with the water Magi, Ethan guessed he was just a single individual hired to take him out. The reason behind the attack was still a mystery, but he was fair certain it was only that old man they needed to worry about. So long as they kept clear of him, he reasoned, they would be fine. Under that assumption they checked into the inn, managing to get Wyth into the building after convincing the innkeeper that he was needed to help Amuné stay calm, almost like a service animal of sorts. It wasn't a total lie, the young girl would likely be very unease if they were to be separated.

"If you want to go somewhere else to bathe in privacy, that'd be okay." Having gotten themselves a nice enough room, two beds which should fit everyone fine, the group had gone back downstairs to the public bathhouse outside. Really it was little more than a moderately sized spring, sitting in the center of the inn as its walls wrapped around the area, affording privacy at least from the outer world. There was no separation based on gender however, and so women and men had to bathe in the same vicinity. Granted, amenities were provided in the way of undergarments for those a bit more reserved in flashing their nether regions, or for those that weren't crude. Ethan then was sporting just a simple set of white shorts, and now that he was unclothed one could see the grime that had accumulated on him over his trip. His proper clothing was being washed courtesy of a maid of the inn. What's more, prior to coming down he had even managed to pay one of the maids money to go and fetch Amuné some new clothing, figuring a woman would know better than he would. Those should arrive before they finished bathing, and while it would also mean the end to his petty reserves it would be well worth it to give his young companion something she desperately needed.