"We can go to the smith ourselves I suppose, it would make sense if we're buying the tools," Nymira said, picking up one of the utensils from the table and running her finger along the length of it, "I won't work with sub-par ores or materials, I expect to have the best we can buy here. Of course their best might still be rubbish. And letting Zander handle the herbs makes sense, he likely knows what herbs are used for certain tasks better than any of us." She knew you could chew and use the pulp of a Musen leaf to help stop bleeding, and you could use the sap from a Ulea tree in a mix with some water and honey to help bring down a fever, those were two very basic remedies her clan used. Aside from those two her herbology was very limited, almost nonexistent. That buffoon Ethan probably knew more than she did. 

Ethan had correctly assumed that Cecil was up on the roof still, as he had been since late last night. He'd expected his friend to not have gone anywhere and was glad to find his expectations had been met; jumping off the roof without a care, now that wasn't expected. Covering his ears in anticipation for the thunderous crash that never came he glanced up when Cecil landed with barely more than a dull thud, blinking in surprise before sighing in relief. 

"Morning Cecil! And what Zander said, plus we'll be getting some herbs or medicines," Ethan added in, gesturing over his shoulder with his thumb, "That's his job, we're heading to the blacksmith. And I think Geoffrey's aunt's house?" Or inn, or something like that. Boy was it hard to think straight with his head throbbing. Maybe while getting the herbs one of them could be something to deal with this stinking hangover. Rubbing the side of his head as though to alleviate some pain Ethan glanced back to the door, watching the others finally file out as well. Smiling at Amuné he waved before gesturing her over, crouching down to get eye level when she approached. "You going to come to the blacksmith with us? Or would you rather go see the herbalist?" He should probably do the latter come to think of it, and Nymira was quick enough to voice that thought.

"We're only getting materials and tools, I can go to the blacksmith with Cecil and Geoffrey," the Dimuran said as she glanced to the former, "If you don't mind, I'll need help carrying the materials back, it's bound to be heavy." Depending on the purity of the ore that was, it could be refined enough to be of use or she may have to chip away at it herself. "You should focus on getting better as soon as you can Ethan, otherwise we're stuck waiting on you. Go with Zander to the herbalist and get treated, the sooner you're well the sooner we can move again." 

Ethan had wanted to tag along to the blacksmith, see his weapons be made by Nymira in person. He supposed she had a point on his hangover though and the best thing would be for him to get better. Not wanting to hold the others back he nodded once to the Dimuran, smiling as he looked to Amuné once more. "Well I think change of plans, I'll be getting medicine. Want to come with me? I know you're good with medicine, maybe you'll be able to help me?" Not that he doubted Zander's expertise in this regard as he was a healer, but it couldn't hurt to have a second opinion right? Ethan was convinced either way Amuné would likely come with him regardless so even asking was probably a moot point. 

"And Cecil, if you're needing any repairs I may be able to help you as well," Nymira added in a low tone, giving the Machina a once over just to look, "It may be a bit crude compared to what Norman could do, but if you're metal then I can work with it. Up to you, we may find someone like him before long if you want any work done." There was a limit to what she could perform with her magic in this regard anyway, if too much was asked of her then they would find themselves sorely disappointed. Usually she was good for about half a dozen smaller items a day so something like a sword was already a big undertaking, any work Cecil needed done would be pushing it. But as she'd argued with Ethan's case having anyone at less than ideal would slow their stride, and the last thing she wanted was to be bogged down.