[color=D6CC88]Amuné lost track of the fight, trying to rouse the fallen Muran.  The moorcat was paying better attention, and once the hounds were all down he returned to his girl's side, shoving his face in hers in an attempt to reassure her.  That prompted her to look over, at least briefly, and scratch his ear, but she was still worried.  At Nymira's words, she shook her head.  "No, that's not...."  It was possible, she supposed, but she didn't think that was what happened, even though she couldn't see any obvious hurt.  The girl answered Geoffrey's question with a lackluster shrug, and only half paid attention to Nymira's explanation of what the hounds were.

When the Dimuran came over and put a hand on her head, the child grimaced and pulled away.  That was something her daddy did, and she didn't feel comfortable with the arrogant woman mimicking the gesture.  "I thought I heard him yell," she added, sounding uncertain, trailing along as Nymira lugged the unconscious man to the cart.  She climbed up after and set him straight.  Staying all bent wasn't good for you.

When Cecil approached to get in as well, the moorcat got in his way, snarling dangerously.  "No!  Bad, Wyth!"  His girl leaned over and swatted his nose.  Wyth let his protests subside to a soft growl, but he stayed put, and she frowned down at him.  "Hush," Amuné scolded.  "Come here.  Up!"  With a last glare at the Machina, the huge cat leaped into the cart, following his girl's orders to settle down next to her.  She glanced over at Cecil and then away, deliberately not paying too much attention to any bits that might be on his fists.  "Um...just...if you take the opposite corner, I'll keep him quiet...."  Amuné's words were soft, and she didn't quite look at him as she spoke.  If he did, she took Wyth's muzzle in her hands until he quieted, then focused her attention back on Ethan.

Why'd he yelled like that?  It had been him, right after her vision ended, hadn't it been?  It hadn't been actually a part of what she'd Seen.  Something had happened to him, but what?  Amuné tried to remember the things she'd glimpsed, hoping one of the images would provide an answer, but none of it provided an answer.  So much was happening lately, and she felt very small and very lost.  She scooted over a little and stuck Ethan's head in her lap.  She just wanted to find her parents and have things go back to the way things were.  Was that to much to ask?  But for now, she'd settle for everyone in the group being okay, and she sent up a prayer to that effect.  Deep inside, where she couldn't consciously control it yet, her new ability activated again.[/color]