[color=D6CC88][u][b]A ways from the campsite[/b][/u]

"Really?"  Hearing first Nymira and then Ethan say they were okay with her magic cheered Amuné considerably.  She gave the woman a shy smile, and went to give Ethan a hug.  "Thank you, Nymira, I'm sorry I tried to lie.  Ethan..."  She pulled back, frowning at the man, and put a hand to his forehead.  "You've got a fever."  The girl bit her lip, her expression turning pale and frightened.  "This is bad, Ethan!  Those things...they can make you really, really sick."  She fussed with buttons on the front of her nightgown, brow furrowed in thought as she tried to remember what to do for a fever and an infected wound.  "You need rest and fluids...and...and...."  Her shoulders slumped.  Anything that might have helped the injury, or drawn out whatever was making Ethan sick, that was all back at their camp.  "I wish I knew more about healing people," Amuné lamented, sitting down hard.

She gave Wyth a pat as the huge feline tried to sooth his distressed girl, but her mood didn't improve.  The child felt small and useless.  With how fast Ethan's symptoms were manifesting, she thought it was going to be bad.  The vision she'd seen earlier, of Ethan weak and dying, seemed like it might really happen after all and that terrified her.[/color]