Ethan wasn't thrilled to be lying to Amuné again, but he wasn't terribly keen on sharing his own case just yet. His reason for travel was a fairly grim one, the potential outcomes even more so and little chance of a truly happy ending. He knew all of this even if only subconsciously, yet he had to try. If he just let Cedric be taken and do nothing for it then he'd be plagued by guilt the rest of his life; he used to idolize the guards growing up, and what guard would let a captive go without even trying to help them? He knew he wasn't a guard, or even a well-trained soldier, he was just some kid who had managed to steal a sword and could use it, that was all. A Magi too, he supposed, one who was essentially going on a suicide mission by rushing headlong into the cities. Ethan knew all of this and was still persisting, then at least he could say he tried. If it ever got particularly bad then he'd leave these three and go on his own, having no desire to put any of them in harm's way. None of them should have to suffer for his crazy mission.

Camp had to be set up while there was still some light left, and the tent pitched just in case there was any rain tonight. On top of that they needed to catch some food still, and should probably come up with some sort of plan as to where they were going tomorrow. A lot had to be done, and Ethan wasn't quite sure how they should accomplish it all. "I know, I know... I just kind of forgot was all. But I can catch fish without a rod, no problem!" the white-haired boy said, beaming as he rolled up his sleeves, "Even if we don't need it, better to set it up and not need it than need it later, right? Besides, if it does rain then Cecil should be kept out of it, so he can use the tent with you and Wyth." He and Nymira could stay outside and make some sort of shelter if worst came to worst, though he was sure they would be alright. Leaving the tent up to Amuné and Cecil, Ethan slipped off his shoes and started for the river only to stop when the Machina asked about the tent. "Huh...? No, tents aren't dangerous. And I don't know why she's over there, maybe she just wants to be alone," he remarked with a shrug, glancing down the shoreline towards Nymira, "Far as I know she isn't ordering us, I just figured we should do it just in case. Maybe see if she can help though?"

Such ridiculousness, being questioned about giving orders. What attendants questioned their master? While those three were not her true attendants and were doing this as a favor, Nymira was plenty used to having her orders be met. Should these people obey what she said? Maybe not, but then who would? Was she supposed to do it all herself? What a bothersome journey this was so far, even a Machina was refusing to do as she asked. Letting out a sigh she closed her eyes briefly, only to open them again and look to her left when Ethan approached, bearing one of his idiotic smiles. "What is it, Muran? I'm busy."

"Er... Yeah, well I was kind of hoping you could give those two a hand," Ethan said sheepishly, pointing back at Amuné and Cecil over his shoulder, "I'm going to get us some food, so I'll be busy too. It will be quick, then you can get back to... Uh... Whatever it was you're doing."

Nymira narrowed her eyes in irritation at Ethan, and for a good moment she looked like she might tell him off for even asking. Instead she exhaled before reluctantly rising to her feet, dusting some sand off of her pants. "Very well... I suppose I can't expect a child to do everything, that would be unfair. And the Machina barely seems to know how to dress himself, let alone prepare a camp," she remarked, giving Ethan another glance as he continued smiling. "Your optimism annoys me, go catch some fish will you? And don't come back smiling or I might be too ill to eat." Watching as he wandered off into the water she rolled her eyes, trudging across the sand to where the tent had been taken out, its components now strewn across the ground. "Let me see... So we just have to set up a tent, yes...?" Nymira asked as she leaned down, taking two poles and glancing between them curiously. She knew what a properly fixed tent should look like, but how exactly did you accomplish such a thing? There were about six sticks in all to be used, plus the canvas and some weights, though she wasn't entirely certain what those were for either. "Cecil, was it? You must know how to make a tent don't you?" she added, her cheeks flushing slightly as she dropped the poles back in the pile, "I... Have never done it myself."