[color=D6CC88]Hearing Cecil talking the way he was, all stuttery and awkward, made the girl feel uncomfortable.  She kept flipping between being scared of him and feeling sorry for him, and it was giving her a headache.  She poked her toe at a mark on the floor, not looking up again until they started to leave.  "It's not like we're in a hurry," Amuné complained yet again to Ethan.  "You said you missed your friend, so it's not like waiting to clear things up would make you much later than you already are."  But nobody wanted to listen to her, and she frowned as Ethan helped her up on Jorvind.

The child watched Geoffrey and Zander, giggling when the healer landed on his rump.  She perked up when Geoffrey started playing his instrument.  It wasn't the music she'd been hoping to hear that evening, but it was something at least.  He seemed alright, really, though she would still rather he wasn't coming along.

She was surprised when Ethan leaned against her, trying to look at him without causing him to slip off.  Amuné supposed he was far more tired than he'd been letting on.  After all, he'd been fighting hard, and used strong magic.  They were all worn out.  Geoffrey came forward and suggested he go retrieve their abandoned weapons, and she gave him a shy smile when he winked at her.  But she tensed when he suggested she ride with him, and pulled one of Ethan's hands so it wrapped around her.  "Nu-uh, I wanna ride with Ethan," she told him, her voice a sulky whine.  "And lying is bad, we shouldn't do that!  Mommy and Daddy say lying is wrong."  She was pleased that Ethan didn't say she should go ride with Geoffrey instead, and squeezed the hand she held.

A distant growling that soon turned into a roar, making the girl hunch forward and clap her hands over her ears.  "It's loud," she complained, though she was less irritated when she saw the person riding the strange contraption.  How lucky that Norman was here, when Cecil was having trouble, but how had he gotten here so fast?  She grimaced when the ship was mentioned, her moot plummeting.  She'd not been too happy to begin with, and between that and the reminder of the day's tragedies, she had no interest in the odd metal horse the mechanic rode, and very little in what he had to say.[/color]