[color=D6CC88][u][b]Just West of Galloway[/b][/u]

Amuné sighed in relief as Nymira put her knives away.  "Hush, Wyth," she told the still-hissing moorcat.  He quieted, but still didn't move out from between his girl and the strange woman.  "We're not double-crossing you, promise!" she added, looking back at the Dimuran.  "Uh, me?  I'm Amuné Ris, ma'am, nice to meet you."  The girl automatically fell back on the manners her parents had told her to use, not really sure how else to try to smooth things over.

She eyed the blood on the woman's clothing, but Nymira didn't seem ready to accept help, so instead the girl moved over to Ethan.  "Did she get you?  Are you okay?"  It didn't look like the woman had, but Amuné wanted to be sure.  If left untreated, wounds could go bad quickly.  Her mommy had taught her that.  "And...ah, what are we going to do about the bad men?  Should we just leave them here?  What if they follow us?"  The child chewed on her lip, clearly worried.[/color]