[color=D6CC88]The child was clearly disappointed that he didn't know the songs, but not particularly surprised.  It had been a long shot, asking for Ydran tunes from a Muran man, even if he did work at an inn.  "No, it's...it's fine, I was just asking."  Amuné didn't feel like singing nor even humming, and the ballad in particular was complicated.  Half tragic love story, half a story of hope, she didn't want to hear it if it wasn't done well, and she knew better than to think she could teach it properly.  She fell silent again for a while, turning Geoffrey's question over in her head and trying to decide if she wanted to bother answering.

"She shouldn't have said that.  Not to Cecil."  The quiet words were spoken slowly and without much energy.  Amuné wasn't looking at the man, instead focusing on Wyth.  "Being alone hurts...and he's been alone...."  She trailed off, her tone upset again.  There was more to it, but this was someone new, not Ethan.  The girl had only just met him and he might be nice and maybe he hadn't said anything after seeing the others were Magi, but he wasn't Magi himself and he was Muran and she just didn't trust him the same way she trusted Ethan.  She had no intention of telling him about her own gift, particularly since he seemed to be Zander's friend and she did /not/ trust the healer.  And she didn't want to say too much about Cecil, either.  That wasn't her secret to share.  Amuné lifted her head enough to look over at the flautist.  "I hope Ethan can help with that...."[/color]