[color=D6CC88]Amuné regretted making a fuss the moment she realized she'd attracted attention, but it was too late to fix it.  Wyth snarled softly at Cecil's approach, and she had to shift her attention to the moorcat, grabbing him around the neck and scolding.  "Hush, he's trying to help."  She felt even worse when Cecil left, and felt like maybe she should go after him, but would that even help?  Things were so confusing.

At least Geoffrey had a good way to explain away the commotion, though Zander adding his two coppers was unwelcome.  Ethan helped the girl back up and brushed her off as she flushed red.  "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," she mumbled, looking at the floor.  "I know she won't...but /they/ might."  She hugged herself, looking even more upset for a brief moment before she tried to clear her expression.  She sat down again and poked at the food.  If she'd been in a better mood, or less angry at Nymira, the child might have thanked the Dimuran, but as it was she just ignored the woman.  She was hungry, and at the same time she wasn't really.  It was a strange feeling, not a pleasant one at all, but she let Ethan convince her to eat most of what was on her plate.

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Amuné's sleep was mostly untroubled, helped by the warm presence of Wyth at her side.  She'd decided not to pester Ethan that night -- his breath was stinky and made her nose wrinkle, contributing a great deal to her choice.  Morning found her up early, quietly frowning at a few small items from Ethan's pack.  The girl had chosen to work on her magic until they had to head out, though she worried Zander might sense something, but he didn't seem very smart and if he said anything she'd just lie to him.  "Shouldn't have had so much to drink," she said primly, when Ethan groaned a protest to being roused.  Mommy always said those that drank to much deserved what they got.  She left Ethan to get ready and headed downstairs with the others.  Amuné was rather tired too, after the attempts at using her magic, but not so much that she was falling asleep.  It was just a heaviness in her body, and she could deal with that.

Nymira's approach was greeted with a frown, and she almost turned the money down.  But the comment about Ethan was far too accurate, and the child accepted with a sigh.  She immediately frowned up at the woman after taking it.  "Don't think I forgive you just because I'll help Ethan," she said, her tone sulky.[/color]