[color=D6CC88]When Ethan said she was glad of Cecil's return, the girl nodded emphatically, though she still said nothing.  She was still scared, and having trouble getting past that.  Food sounded good, though, and made for a welcome change of subject.  Amuné squeaked in surprise when Ethan picked her up, hands grabbing for him when her feet were quite suddenly no longer on the ground.  But the action earned him a sheepish smile.  She'd been startled, that was all.  For all that she trusted him, he was still a new friend.  Displays like that, while not unwelcome, were not expected either.

She agreed wholeheartedly with the bossy princess when she took Ethan's mug away.  He was already acting drunk, he should know better than to have any more.  For sure he would regret it in the morning.  The town drunk back home always complained bitterly if he had to be up and about before noon.  Her mother said it served him right, even though she didn't refuse him a draught to ease the hangover, but neither did she spare him a clearly unwelcome lecture each time he wheedled one from her.

But when the Dimuran approached Amuné she pulled away, her expression turning into a scowl.  Ethan could say what he liked, but Nymira hadn't apologized as far as she knew and Amuné hadn't forgiven the woman.  Even worse was what the lady said.  Magic?  Here?  Where everyone could see it?!  "No!"  The girl's eyes widened in shock and fright, and she shoved herself backwards so forcefully that she toppled her chair right over, yelping as she went over with it.  Chair and child landed in a heap on the floor, and only Wyth's quick reactions kept him from being part of the pile.  He was at his girl's side immediately, nosing at her to make sure she was alright and to reassure her that nothing was the matter just then.[/color]