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

Amuné really didn't know how to respond to the woman's comment about her name, so she just smiled shyly.  The flash of electricity startled her and she jumped, one hand going to tangle in the fur at Wyth's neck, the other shielding her eyes.  "Cecil?  What was that?" she asked, surprised to see that now his arm was attached again.  "How...how did you do that?" she asked, her voice impressed.  "Was it..."  She darted a glance at Nymira and didn't finish the thought.

Instead she looked at Cecil, and saw how down he seemed to be.  She moved to take up a spot on his other side, nodding at Ethan's words.  "You were brave, Cecil.  I wish I was strong like you are, then nobody would hurt my friends."  The other half of the thought, "or my family", went unspoken, but from her expression it was easy to tell she was thinking about them again.

The child tried to shake the thought, but it lingered all the way back to Norman's shop.  Sensing her flagging spirits, Wyth stayed close, trying to reassure his girl with his furry presence.  Amuné managed to perk up a little at the sight of the shop.  This meant they had paid off what they owed, and even helped someone.  That was a good thing.[/color]