[color=D6CC88][u][b]A ways from the campsite[/b][/u]

Nymira wasn't the only one who found Magi using their gifts for fighting upsetting.  Amuné didn't understand why a Magi would use a gift from a Saint to harm others.  That was just wrong.  Her daddy had always said that magic was a blessing, and must only be used to help people.  And why did they want Ethan and the rest of the group dead anyhow?

Amuné let Ethan set her down, but before he wrapped up his injury she grabbed his hand and turned it so she could see the damage.  "We need to go back when those bad Magi are gone," she said quietly.  "It looks infected -- and the stuff I need to treat it is back at the camp."  She grimaced and looked away.  If she had her mommy's gift she could just use magic to kill the infection, but all she had was her Sight, and it wasn't very helpful.  The girl frowned.  "You're lucky that thing only got you a little," she added, remembering what she'd Seen.  "It could have made you sick -- very, very sick."  Perhaps saying that was a little incautious, but she was glad Ethan seemed to be okay.

Next she went over to Cecil.  He seemed to be doing okay, but she didn't know much about Machina.  He'd seemed to be fine last time until he just started talking funny and all but keeled over.  "You feeling alright, Cecil?" she asked him, looking him over but not really knowing what she should be looking for.  "That was really amazing, the way you got those monsters, but you don't feel low on energy or anything, do you?"[/color]