"No problem Cecil, don't want you missing out," Ethan replied, smiling as he gave his friend a pat on the shoulder. He knew they had work to do, but they really ought to take care of themselves first. If they collapsed from hunger or something then they'd be useless, both to themselves and in saving this Nymira woman. Sure, there was a sense of urgency with finding her, but they couldn't wear themselves down and expect to be useful. After getting Cecil a towel to clean off with, the Magi went about drying himself down as well, slipping into a small changing room to the side to get dressed. All of his clothes were nice and fresh, courtesy of the staff at the inn, and changing into them was a delight in of itself. Once he was all dressed he stepped out of the changing room and was immediately confronted by a still-dripping Amuné, smiling at her kindly when she asked for help.

"Of course! I'd be happy to Amuné." Accepting the towel he knelt down before the young Ydran girl, smiling as he began to wipe down her hair. She looked so happy now that she was fresh and clean, and hopefully she'd be even happier once she saw her clothes. Humming to himself as he went about his work, Ethan finished and playfully laid the towel over Amuné's head, chuckling before lifting it and poking her on the nose. "There, all dry! I bet that must feel loads better," he said cheerfully, going over to Wyth and squatting down again, offering to dry off the moorcat. After a little bit of coercing he managed to make Wyth stay, and he dutifully went about drying down the animal. When all was said and done Wyth's fur had poofed up somewhat, inciting laughter from Ethan that he tried to stifle behind an open hand. "S-Sorry Wyth, you just... You..." he stammered, laughing as he pointed at the animal, "You're like a big ball of fluff! It's awesome!" The moorcat sure could be intimidating, but right now he couldn't help but crack up at his appearance. 


Now that everyone was dried they could get Amuné dressed, and then look into getting some food. Right on cue too the maid had come to the washroom to deliver the clothes, and Ethan rushed over to grab them, smiling gratefully and thanking her numerous times before returning to the group. The clothing was wrapped up in a bit of brown paper and tied closed by a string, a hasty way to make it a present for the little girl. "Here, got these for you while you were getting ready, hope they fit," Ethan said cheerfully, handing off the package to Amuné, "Just go try them on in a changing room, let me know if they're okay?" He hoped so, goodness knows if they could get a refund on them or not. He didn't even know where the maid had gone to buy them either, he'd just provided the money and left it to her judgement. Watching Amuné hurry off to get changed, he turned back to Cecil as he began asking about their plans.

"Lunch might take 15 minutes, and that gives us a bit of time to ask around too. Don't worry, we'll be working while we eat," Ethan explained, giving Cecil a thumbs up, "And we'll follow any leads we get here, however big or small. Then we can start asking around town too and see what we can find." They weren't going to forget about Nymira, she may be in trouble and need some help desperately. There was no telling what they might find when they went looking either, so they had to be ready for the worst. Seeing Cecil become apparently worried over it, Ethan walked over and gave him a pat on the back, smiling as he tried comforting the Machina. It was still a bit odd that a machine was feeling emotion like this, as according to Norman there was something very different about Cecil. Different wasn't bad though, and Ethan considered Cecil a friend no matter what he was like. "Hey, things will work out, okay? We'll find this woman, and we'll bring her back to Norman, everything will be fine. Then we can get you your oil and head to the next down, so don't stress."

Come to think of it, was oil all that Cecil needed? Norman had seemed very curious about their friend, and it might not be just because he had a shard in his body. They hadn't really done an entire inspection either, at least not to Ethan's knowledge. Just to be safe though they should ask now before they got caught up in work, otherwise it could go a while without being addressed. Giving Cecil a curious look over, as if he'd have any idea what to search for, the Magi offered a warm smile and slung an arm around the Machina's shoulders. "Say... Did we miss anything? Other than the oil, I mean," Ethan asked, raising an eyebrow, "It's just... Well you said it had been a while, right? Better we be safe and cover all our bases while we can, don't you think?"