[color=D6CC88]Amuné fussed drowsily if Ethan tried to take his jacket back when he tucked her in -- it was very likely he was going to need to buy a new one, because she was using it more often than he was.  But other than that she barely stirred until someone woke her up.  She stretched and rubbed her eyes, and shoved Wyth out of the way enough to slide out of the bed.

Taliya wanted to talk to them again, and she was being mean again.  "You can't expect them to fight something when they don't even know what it is!" Amuné protested, her hand tightening on Ethan's.  That had been a bad test, and especially with something like a rokorm where there was a special trick to it, it wasn't right expecting them to know how.  Maybe everyone fought where Taliya came from but Ethan just had a little training with his guard friends, and that wasn't enough to be any real use.  The Ydra in her daddy's tribe always said Muran guards were fat and lazy.  They didn't mean it literally, but they just didn't have to face as many things as people that did a lof of traveling.

She was glad to hear that the Magi would be given training, but the news that there was no one to help her was disappointing.  A vague lead didn't mean very much.  She was looking for her parents -- if there was training on the way that was good but she just wanted her mommy and daddy.  Maybe by the time she found them and came back Taliya would have found whoever it was she thought might help.  And her magic wasn't /completely/ useless -- she'd warned Ethan, hadn't she, and the others?  It was just...unreliable.  But that was kinda worse, wasn't it?  Amuné chewed at her lip, pulling the draped jacket closer around her shoulders.  She didn't want to be hurting people.  That was bad, even though you had to sometimes.  But could she actually do it?  She'd tried, with the Ruin and Water Magi, as useless as that had been in the end.  The thought still upset her.  "I-I can use a sling," she offered uncertainly.  "And Wyth is a good protector if he needs to be."

The moorcat's ears perked up at his name, but it didn't seem anyone actually wanted anything, so he settled his head back on his paws.

Helping out with things seemed reasonable to the Ydran girl.  Everyone had to help or things didn't get done.  "I can help with cooking," she offered, relieved to be back on solid ground.  She smiled up at Taliya.  "Or dishes, daddy says I'm better at it than he is because I can get my hands even in cups and stuff, and he can't because his are too big.  Or...or...I'm not too good at laundry because the sheets are too big for me to fold without them getting on the ground, but I can sweep, or dust, or help set traps, stuff like that."  These were things she was good at.  She actually liked cooking and doing dishes, though the latter was not as fun as the former.  But if they wanted her to learn something new she could do that too.  "Or...um...I don't know if the healers need anyone for errands or anything...."  Amuné wasn't sure if that would count as helping or training, but that was what she would like best, though she knew just that wouldn't be enough to be 'pulling her weight'.[/color]