Amuné pressed back against Wyth when the man with the pale hair approached, looking from him to the healer.  They offered to let her travel with them into town, which was maybe kind and maybe very dangerous.  Wild animals she could understand.  Monsters weren't so common.  But people -- people were dangerous.

Adrian distracted her by asking another question, and she blanched, fear squeezing the breath right out of her.  But she had to answer, that was the rules.  She could barely get her answer out, and when she did she knew at once what she'd ask.  "Away.  ...How did you know?!"  Amuné tried to keep her voice quiet, barely a whisper and a shaky one at that.  She stiffened when Adrian leaned towards her, but he was just trying not to let anyone else overhear.

[i]You aren't the only one who has had to run away.[/i]

The child stared at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed.  Who had he run away from?  Why?  ...Was he maybe a proper healer instead of just a mundane one, then, a Magi like her mommy?  Or had he run away for some other reason?  She couldn't ask that, of course -- if nothing else, it'd be rude -- but that didn't stop her from wondering.

She was so caught up in the slew of questions that Adrian's hand on her shoulder made her jump.  Was she coming with them?

"I-I...."  Amuné looked from one face to another, and she couldn't hide the shudder that ran through her.  "I'm not supposed to go places with strangers," she managed, though it wasn't a no.  The girl was visibly conflicted, pulling her arms and legs in tighter to her body.

Behind her Wyth made a noise like a cough and lurched to his feet, depriving her of her warm pillow and nearly sending her sprawling.  For him things were simple.  His girl was no longer near the bad people.  This one, the one that smelled like his man's mate, had helped her.  Both this one and one of the others had offered food, which the girl needed.

He put his face in the small of her back and pushed, and now Amuné did overbalance, catching herself on her elbow.  "Hey!" she protested, and would have said more if he didn't add a rough-tongued lick that left a whole clump of her hair sticking up at odd angles.  People could be scary, but Wyth would keep her safe -- and if they needed to run away he was very fast.  "...I guess we will.  For a little while."