"I feel much better about our chances now, at least when it comes to resting outdoors," Nymira added with a nod, smiling as she stepped closer to inspect the tent. It would be tight but they could all fit, if they didn't mind being side by side. Being used to having her smaller, own personal tent for resting in it would be a change of pace for her, but the Dimuran intended to tough it out if she had to. Deeming it plenty large enough then she went to get her sleeping roll, a little surprised by Amuné throwing it to her. Nodding appreciatively she brought it to the tent and laid it along the side, making sure to give herself plenty of space for moving around if needed. Nothing more needed to be done on her part, and once Ethan brought back their food they would eat and turn in for the night. Figuring she'd best just sit down and wait she debated on going back down the shore, but paused when she saw Cecil sitting outside the tent. Opting instead for some company she eased herself down not too far off from where he'd sat, glancing to the river to watch Ethan and Amuné. "You are all interesting people... I'm not used to a group like this," the Dimuran commented, a small smile appearing as she glanced over at Cecil, "But then I guess you aren't either, are you?"

Now there was a fish, finally! And a decent sized one too at that, it would fill them up for the evening. Just what was it exactly, a bass? Eh who cared what it was, it would be tasty! Managing to wrangle the fish down he brought it over to a rock, digging through the water and finding himself a sharp stick at the river's bottom. "Sorry little buddy, but we've gotta eat. Thanks for the meal!" After killing the fish he carried it in two hands back to the shore, beaming at Amuné who seemed to be standing and waiting for him. "Lookie, I got us a big one! Hope you're hungry squirt!" he declared with a laugh, stepping out from the water and shaking his legs before trudging to the fire. Now what to do with all the innards? He should probably toss them in the water, no sense in tracking a predator because of them. But then Wyth might eat them too, perhaps he'd leave them aside for the moorcat to snack on. 

Carving up and gutting the fish didn't take too long, and pretty quickly everyone had a belly full of freshly roasted fish. Their tent was set up, bedrolls laid out and the fire still burning strong, meaning that now they could look forward to getting some rest. After a busy day like today Ethan couldn't wait to lay down, but he'd hold off for a little bit; best to be safe and make sure none of those goons from Galloway were going to come after them, as unlikely as it might seem. Nymira had already head off into the tent by now, meaning that he was the only one left to really keep an eye out. It would be unfair to ask Amuné to stay watch, and Cecil might be able to if he didn't jump at the slightest sound, being so unsure of things out here. It would be a bit silly for everyone to be woken over a squirrel happening into their camp for instance, which at the very least Ethan knew what was out here and wouldn't overreact. To keep an eye on things he'd moved back up the hill a ways, sitting down in the grass where he could overlook the camp and the river before them. He'd get to bed eventually, but for now he had to make sure everything was safe.