Why would being a Magi be a bad thing? Everyone present was one themselves, of course Amuné was going to be accepted! "Hey, there's no reason to be sorry, we're not mad or anything. You can tell us stuff in the future though, right? We're here and we're friends, you can trust us," Ethan said as he placed his arm around the Ydran, smiling down at her. When she pulled back and tested his temperature he sighed inwardly, having hoped she'd not check and get herself worried. Reaching out he placed his good hand on her head, giving it a gentle rubbing before tapping his bandaged hand with a fingertip. "Relax, I'm sick but it's not going to kill me, heh... I've been way sicker than this and pulled through just fine, this is nothing!" It sort of reminded him of the time he'd eaten that bad fish and gotten food poisoning, though there was much less puking and stomach pains. He had cold sweats, a fever and nausea, but that was relatively minor given all the problems he could have.

"If Ethan says he is fine child then we have to trust him, he knows how he feels better than we do," Nymira added, frowning when she looked at the Muran, "You do look like hell though, I don't envy you. Once we get back to camp we'll have to see about giving you something to relieve the sickness." She was accustomed to healers, and the older Dimurans who knew what herbs to gather, what roots helped with specific ailments and some curious, unorthodox remedies like a hot mud bath that supposedly relieved stress and aches. They didn't have any of that on hand and her own knowledge of medicine was sorely lacking. "Rest up and we'll return to the camp in the morning, I suppose it can't be helped if those two buffoons are fighting it out." So long as those Magi didn't continue their chase they should be fine here, and come sunrise they could try and recover whatever might be left. Pushing herself to her feet Nymira clutched her daggers loosely in her hands, walking out to the road and looking both ways for any travelers. "I'll take watch, you sleep as well Amuné. It would be my shift anyways."

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Ethan somehow managed to fall asleep despite his discomfort, and slept very soundly at that. He might have remained asleep had a cricket not landed on his nose, making him smack at his own face in his sleep, missing it and waking himself. Opening his eyes groggily the Magi sat up and glanced around, wondering what had struck him before letting out a loud yawn. "Oh jeez... Should have changed out of my clothes..." he mumbled as he peeled his shirt from his chest, grimacing at it having dried and his clothing now clung to him. Figuring he'd take it off he began to do so, pausing when he spotted Nymira watching him with a cross expression, like what he was doing was inappropriate; Amuné was present, his stripping down to his pants probably was inappropriate. Smiling sheepishly he quickly lowered his shirt again and ran a hand through his hair, "Morning Nymira, sorry about that," he laughed, silently wishing she'd been asleep so he could at least wring it out.

"Yes, and I'm sorry my day had to start out by seeing you unceremoniously strip," the Dimuran answered coldly, frowning as she looked in the direction of their camp, "The others are awake, we all have been for a while now. No one wanted to wake you though, or rather they wouldn't let me. You seem to be fine now." Good, she couldn't do her job if one of her escorts was ill. Should none of their supplies still be at camp they may need to double back to Galloway to buy more, though that was only if her money was even there still. Would those Magi go as far to steal from her? She wouldn't put it past them, they were willing to kill for no apparent reason, petty theft probably wasn't below them either. Huffing at the notion of being a victim of theft she folded her arms over her chest, clearing her throat before looking between Amuné, Cecil and Ethan. "Now that we're all ready we should go back, I worry what damage those buffoons might have caused with their fighting."

Heading back wasn't a half bad idea, he had an extra shirt somewhere that he could put on. "Yeah, we should, no sense in waiting any longer," Ethan agreed, slowly getting to his feet and stumbling slightly as he did. He was a bit lightheaded from the illness taking its toll and felt rather thirsty, though the former might be from just getting up too quickly too. Shaking his head and giving the side a smack he looked to Cecil, making a poking gesture at his own chest. "How's the battery holding up? Feel better now that you had a chance to recharge?"