Nymira figured she would offer to help Amuné, reheat her food so the meal was a bit more palatable. All it would take was a quick flash of flame, barely noticeable to the naked eye and warm enough to lightly sear the top of anything it touched. It was but a split second and she'd reheated the meal with little effort, her magic being too small for anyone at a distance to even see. Compared to what she had done before it was scarcely registered and yet somehow it caused Amuné to nearly go head over heals in fright. Blinking once the Dimuran looked down at the young girl on her back, glancing up then at Cecil who appeared to be coming over to help. The Machina had barely picked up the chair before he dropped it and turned tail, running outside for the second time in a matter of minutes. Letting out a sigh she shook her head, leaning down and getting the chair as Ethan helped Amuné.

"Easy there, you'll hurt yourself if you do that!" Ethan warned, hoisting Amuné to her feet and kneeling down to straighten out her clothing, dusting her off gently as well, "It was just a little bit of fire, nothing to be afraid of. You know Nymira won't hurt you." Seeing Cecil going for the door he nearly chased after their friend but stopped himself, figuring there wasn't much chance he'd run off after all of this. Besides there were other things to see to, namely the little girl in his arms. Helping Amuné back into her chair Ethan caught the glances of several other patrons still staring at them, smiling awkwardly as he waved before placing a hand on the back of his head. 

"Don't mind us! Just a little accident, that's all! Uh... Go back to your stuff!" Most people turned back yet a few kept staring, a few particularly rough looking individuals. Smiling in their direction Ethan turned back around and pulled his chair up beside Amuné's, setting his chair beside hers and dragging his food across. By this point he couldn't care less if his own food were cold, he was just hungry at this point. With music now resuming as well it was his hope everyone would go back to their thing and they could eat in peace, it was late and they should be turning in before long. Before digging into his own meal Ethan reached over, using Amuné's utensils to cut up some of her food for her and handing her the fork with a smile. "You should eat up, you'll sleep easier on a full stomach!"

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It must have been a combination of a large meal and liquor but Ethan didn't wake until the sun was hanging just over Warren. He may well have remained asleep past that point were it not for Nymira waking him up too; dreaming of a giant fish of all things he didn't hear her voice as she told him a dozen times to wake. Only when a hand slapped him in the face did he stir, blearily at first as he sat up in his bed.

"'M up... 'M up..." Ethan groaned, lifting a hand to shield the sun's rays from his eyes. Man that was painful for some reason, not to mention his head felt like someone was drumming against it with a shovel. Was this what a hangover was like? Never again would he ever have a sip of liquor if this was the result. 

"Well hurry up then, everyone else is ready to go," Nymira chastised impatiently as she stood by the door, hands at her hips as she waited, "We're going to the markets today to get some things, and I suppose to have some fun. Since there doesn't seem to be any of those men after us here I think we can afford a day off." They hadn't been followed on their way into Warren, she had made doubly sure of that. The town itself was abuzz with activity already which mean finding them among the crowds would be challenging enough, and it was densely populated to the point only a callous fool would attack. Those Magi had been loathsome but she doubted they were so cold as to risk innocent lives.

"Shopping huh...? Mmm... Okay, okay..." He really would just like to climb back under the covers and hide from the sun but he knew better than to try and argue with Nymira. Sliding his feet out onto the cold floor Ethan grabbed his coat off of a nearby hook, sliding it on over his shirt before shuffling over to the restroom. After splashing some cold water on his face he glanced at his reflection in the mirror, his hair even more a mess than usual and some rings beneath his eyes, though he swore he had slept. Smiling ruefully at his appearance he smacked his own cheeks, trying to slick his hair back to no avail and giving up ultimately. They weren't going anywhere important, his disheveled appearance wouldn't be so bad. Fetching his shoes he got those on finally and reached down at the side of his bed for a sword, only to remind himself he no longer had it. 

The rest of the group was downstairs and waiting, being the only ones in the dining hall so early in the day. When Nymira made her way down she had to glance back to see if Ethan was following, narrowing her eyes at the Muran slumped partially against the wall, yawning into one of his hands. So much for always being a morning person. Reaching into her cloak the Dimuran drew out a small cloth bag secured with a bit of rope, stopping before Amuné and smiling as she offered it over to the young girl. "There's some money inside of there for you to buy things with. I don't know how much it is but it should cover whatever you wish to get. I'd give it to Ethan but..." Nymira paused, glancing back to see their 'leader' sat at the bar, head on the counter, "He's about as useful as he is sober right now, I wouldn't trust him with it."