Amuné greeted Fitz, but she acted like Kirk wasn’t even there.  At the assassin’s question she glanced his way, frowning.  “Laying out?” she echoed, confused.
“Means to punch someone unconscious, lass,” Fitz supplied.
“Oh.  Well...um...fighting is bad, so...”  The girl very carefully didn’t look at Kirk, speaking instead to Cain.  “If someone suggested you should punch them I’d say you shouldn’t, because that’s bad.  But no one did, so I don’t know why you’re asking.”
The younger guard slumped when she refused to look at him, rubbing his face with a hand.  “Lass...” he groaned.  “Yer killin’ me, you are.  ‘Twas nae on purpose, ye know that.  I was careless, an' I should nae have been so rash.  But Mr. Cain is better now, an’ I had to answer to Colonel Reese as well.  Do ye nae think ‘tis enough yet?”

The other guard shook his head and looked at Cain.  “She’s not said a word to him since it happened.  Can’t entirely blame her, considering what happened.  I’m glad to see you up and about, though I hope you will forgive my fool of a brother.  He’s lucky he kept his job.”  Fitz considered the assassin, then tilted his head to indicate Amuné.  “She told me about the market.  Said it was you as kept her from getting hurt worse.  We owe you for that.”

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