Amuné didn’t like watching the fight, but she couldn’t look away.  From her guard friend she felt anger and unease.  From Cain, nothing.  She gasped when Kirk got thrown, and she wasn’t sure how to respond to her new friend kneeling before her.  The guardsman was already getting to his feet, a rueful expression on his face, but the other man was choking and he was hurt.  “You hurt him!” she said accusingly, glaring at Kirk as she went to Cain’s side.  “Sorry lass -- cannae entirely avoid it.  As well ye know, I think.”  The girl flushed, but her focus stayed on making sure Cain was alright.  Kirk moved a little closer, but he wasn’t sure his help would be welcome, and he didn’t seem to realize the man was having real trouble.  “I did get ye better than I meant.  My apologies.”

The child, however, was very upset.  “Cain?  Cain, are you okay?  Can you get up?  We should see the physician -- he can help!”  He was having trouble breathing but he seemed so calm -- it confused and unnerved her, but mostly she just wanted to make sure he would be alright.

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