Norman must have left out the part where Nymira might try killing them, because Ethan couldn't recall anything of the sort. Seriously, what was her problem? He'd said several times they were here to help and yet she kept coming at him, he was doing all he could not to fight back. Perhaps inadvertently the fighting had spilled out to the road, in plain view of Amuné and Cecil. He had really hoped to be able to calm down the Dimuran woman without them having to see this, but unfortunately it didn't quite pan out that way. After a brief but nasty struggle he now stood a bit away from Nymira, with her finding herself in between himself and the others. Why wouldn't she just relax and trust them? If he wanted to hurt her then he would have fought back, how wasn't it obvious they were friends yet? As if things weren't bad enough, Cecil turned around and more or less attacked her too, sending his gauntlet flying at her by some strange mechanism. Fearing being attacked might set her over the edge, Ethan rushed forward and raised an arm out, taking the hit and nearly toppling over, wincing as the gauntlet tightened around his limb. "Don't! She's a friend!"

Just what in the world was going on here? First this Muran wouldn't fight her, then that other boy with the strange arm attacked her, and now she was being defended? They couldn't make up their minds, and now with all these conflicted signals neither could she. Watching uncertainly as Ethan intercepted the gauntlet, she nearly opted to flee right then until the little Ydran girl shouted to her. What? They were here on Norman's behalf? That was hard to believe, and why would he have sent a child out here to fetch her? She could understand a rescue party, but this didn't make much sense. "Right... He sent a child to be my savior, that's very believable," Nymira retorted, frowning as she kept her daggers at the ready. But then sending one to attack her didn't make much sense either. Sure, children could be Magi, and in rare cases there were powerful ones, but she somehow doubted this girl fit that bill. Could they honestly be here to help her then?

"She's telling the truth! We're here for Norman's sake!" Ethan repeated, relieved when Cecil finally released him. Promptly turning back to face Nymira he dropped his sword at his feet, placing his hands together and bowing his head, almost begging her to believe them. "We had Norman do some work for us, and in turn we're trying to find you! He said you had gone missing and so we've been searching for you, and we can't go back empty handed. Just come back to town with us, we'll prove we're telling the truth." Of course if she agreed to come back then that would imply she trusted them, and thus far she had done anything but. Lifting his head after a moment of awkward silence he flinched seeing Nymira glaring at him, reeling back some and smiling nervously. "Uh... Heh... Please? Did I forget to say please...?"

So it was just this strange boy, the little girl and the machine-man then? An odd bunch, and retrospectively she wasn't completely certain why she felt threatened in the first place. After mulling it over briefly she let out a reluctant sigh, lowering her daggers before glaring at Ethan. "You're too much of a bumbling fool to be one of those men," she spoke sharply, only further annoyed as he adopted a stupid grin and laughed, "And I don't see them using a child to bring me back. So fine, I'll believe your story for the time being. But if I found out you double-crossed me, I'll make you regret it." If Norman had indeed sent these three, then she couldn't possibly turn them away. She owed so much to him and still needed his help in her mission, alienating him now by running away would cause any number of problems for them. Sheathing her daggers at her hips, Nymira pushed past Ethan and stalked over to the others, pausing briefly when she got to Amuné. "You, little one... What's your name?"