Ethan did feel badly for abandoning Amuné to the others yet someone had to chase Cecil. What Nymira had said must have upset him greatly if he was trying to way and no way in good conscience could that happen; they all had goals to complete and see through, Cecil was no different. If he had to be left on his own again there was a serious concern what might happen to him, it was always safer to travel in a group. Were he not so adamant about chasing his friend he'd not have launched himself in the air as he had, nor would he have made such a "graceful" a landing as that. Saints it had stung but he was up here, now he just had to convince the Machina not to run away.

"What do you mean its not your name...? It's what you told us your name was, so it's your name," Ethan pointed out, wincing as he nursed a bump on his forehead gingerly, "Or... C-X 00, whatever you want to be called. To me you're Cecil though, so I'm going to call you that." Taking a deep breath the Magi got to his feet, surprisingly stable despite being exhausted and taking the blow to the head. "Cecil, what Nymira said, I'm sure she didn't mean it. She said herself she's not used to this kind of thing right? So uh... Maybe she just needs time. She was wrong too, because you and I are friends, and... I know Amuné is your friend too still, and Zander and Geoffrey could be your friends. There's a lot of people here who don't want to see you go."

Nymira hadn't a clue why her words had turned into such a big ordeal. Of everything they had to be concerned about this was what split them up? These people had thinner hides than she'd thought. Rolling her eyes at the nonsense she continued to pick at her meal, taking pause only when Zander questioned her habits. "There is nothing to worry about. Cecil will see reason and return, as will Ethan and Amuné. I don't care if we're not the best of friends, what I said was the truth of the matter. I'd prefer being honest than to fill their heads with pretty lies about camaraderie and friendship." They were allies in arms and fellow travelers with most of them owing their lives to Cecil now in some way or another. Debts didn't make friends though, more often than not debts made enemies. They would travel for convenience as she'd said and debts would be repaid, everyone would go their separate ways and move on with their lives, simple as that.

"The Church? No, they seem to be the one single thing not trying to kill us," Nymira joked bitterly, smiling as she chased a piece of steak with her mead, "Rogue Magi? Void beasts? Wild animals? I've had the pleasure of being attacked by all of those but not the Church. And I would prefer that it stay that way. Fighting the Church would only create a rift between my people and yours and we're trying to build alliances, not make enemies." She avoided conflict where she could for that reason and yet the Murans had an insatiable taste for causing trouble with her. To be fair the number of decent people she had met far outweighed the bad yet the bad tended to stick with her more. 

"And the reason I have no guard --" Nymira had began to speak when the door was thrown open and Amuné ran back inside, near barreling over Geoffrey and passing several patrons on her way towards the stairs. Baffled by why the girl was so upset she watched her little form retreat to the rooms above, wondering what had happened with Ethan. That buffoon babied the girl so much she was astonished he wasn't there with her, almost wanting to get up herself and go see what was happening. The care however quickly faded at the smell of her meal, being reminded of the hole in her stomach she had still yet to completely fill. Shrugging it off then for now she cut into her steak once more, going back to eating again.

"The reason I have no guard, simply put, is they're dead," Nymira shared through a mouthful, wiping at the corners of her mouth before looking to Zander, "I had four guards with me when I first set out. One died to a pack of wolves, another took an assassin's arrow meant for me, and I don't know what happened with the other two. An enemy clan attacked us on the border and they gave me time to escape, we were sorely outnumbered. I can only assume they're dead as well." For a moment there almost seemed to be a pang of regret on the Dimuran's face as her features crumpled, though as quickly as it had happened it was gone, replaced with her generally emotionless visage. Pausing to take a swig of her ale she let out a sigh, staring at the liquid inside thoughtfully. "So that's why I was traveling alone, without guard. None of the others know about that, consider yourself special."