Narrowly avoiding a good thrashing at the hands of Nymira, it looked like the group might finally be on their way. They were an interesting lot, those three, and he figured that the princess was bound to be in good hands. Nodding at Amuné's thanks he smiled in response, giving them another small wave as Ethan and Cecil handled the crate. Certainly not who he'd imagine to handle a foreign dignitary, yet something about them gave him a good feeling. So long as Nymira didn't go making a huge name for herself or draw attention those three ought to be all she needed to get around. Figuring the group as good as gone Norman was a bit surprised when Amuné rushed over and gave him a hug, smiling amused as he glanced down at her and chuckled. "Don't mention it kid, glad to help. Only the right thing to do after all, right?" Be it human or Machina, anyone or anything that was in need of help should get it. In regards of Cecil it was a little more than just right to be though, his own interest had been piqued and he was hoping to learn more. And he'd be learning more provided Cecil kept a log, he rather wished to know just how he worked. "Now get out of here you kids, you've got a long trip ahead of you to the next town, and hanging around won't get you there any sooner!"

"Can do, thanks again Norman!" Ethan added in a cheerful tone, parting with a wave and smile before exiting the shop. What a stroke of luck to have come across a man like that, what were the chances? Sure they'd had to go on a bit of a wild hunt for his help but in the end it hadn't been so bad. With their newly acquired goods they made their way from Norman's shop and off to the stables on the western side, passing through that familiar warehouse district from earlier. No thugs were around this time though, or if there were they knew better than to try anything. Just as they had been promised their horses were awaiting them just on the edge of Galloway, a cart already fastened to the larger of the two and bags of feed provided to get them ready for the journey ahead. Loading their goods into the cart, Ethan took hold of Amuné's hand and lead her over to the saddle, smiling before grabbing her and easing her up into her spot.

"We'll take this one Nymira, you can get the one with Cecil and the cart. Don't want to make the horse work too hard," Ethan explained as he hoisted himself up, making sure Amuné was safe against him before grabbing up the reigns. Carefully leaning forward he ran a hand along the animal's mane a few times, wanting to show it he was its friend before they got moving. "You need to be gentle with horses, they'll work harder for you if you're nice," he added as he glanced down at the little Ydran girl, "Try petting him, like I'm doing, he'll like it."

Nymira didn't particularly have much problem with taking Cecil and the cart, albeit she didn't exactly know how to handle it. Riding horses wasn't a common thing even for nobility where she came from so her experience in the matter was a bit limited; add on a cart full of goods and suddenly her minimal experience meant even less. Still she'd not complain, and so long as they stayed to the roads it shouldn't be too hard. "Whatever needs to be done to get us moving along," she told herself, clambering up into the saddle and fixing herself into a comfortable position. Seeing the others petting their animal she furrowed her brow curiously, not understanding why they were bothering to do such a thing. It wasn't a dog or some other kind of pet, what reason might they have for showing it affection?

"Right, well then... Let's get moving. As Norman said it will be dark soon, I'd prefer not to travel in the dead of night," Nymira declared, grabbing up her reins and giving them a shake to move her horse forward. When the animal did nothing she frowned in disapproval, giving them another shake and not even getting a whinny of protest. "You're supposed to move when I do that! Come now, move!" A third shake did nothing either, serving only to annoy the princess further. Growling testily at the horse's stubbornness she glanced over again and saw Ethan watching her curiously, letting out a sigh before shaking her head. Was that why he was petting it earlier? What a ridiculous thing to do to a beast of labor, but if it helped... "Um... I apologize horse, I should have said hello first," Nymira said with a faint smile, leaning down and stroking the beast's mane, "Hi, my name is Nymira, Princess of the Rumia clan and first daughter of- H-HEY!" In mid-introduction the horse let out a whinny and began moving forward, nearly making the Dimuran woman fall off in the process as she clutched the reins for dear life. The animal settled down once it was free of the stables, but it had still managed to give her a little fright.

Ethan had to stifle laughter behind a hand at that sight, though Amuné probably still heard it. Nymira was definitely new to this no question and she'd be in for one heck of a journey if so. "Poor princess, maybe I should have explained it better," he mused, chuckling before shrugging his shoulders. Then, using the heels of his feet he gave the horse's sides a gentle kick, spurring it into a slow trot out of the stables, following just behind the cart and Cecil. Guiding their animal around then he stopped briefly at the Machina's side, smiling and giving him a small wave, "Enjoy the ride Cecil! And how's about keeping an eye out while you're back here? You know, for spooky monsters or something!" Ethan joked, moving his horse to the front. He seriously doubted they'd run into trouble so soon, as creatures tended to keep a ways back from large settlements. With himself and Amuné now in the lead, Ethan glanced down at his little passenger and freed one hand to ruffle her hair some, smiling endearingly at the Ydran girl. "I'm glad you like your clothes by the way, you look cute! I bet your parents are going to be so surprised when they see you all spruced up!"