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Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

What... What had happened? For a time there Yumi's consciousness had faded out and she'd lost track of the battle only to come to as explosions rocked the city. Had the Elites been defeated? Fatigued as she was it was difficult to tell who was still nearby from energy signatures alone so to check she lifted her head, squinting against the sunlight that near blinded her. She could see a large tear in the roads nearby from some massive attack and one Elite, the one with the quills, was notably absent. Where was the other one though? And what of Viral? Looking around nervously she gasped when a large explosion went off behind her and nearly lifted her off of the ground, grasping onto a ruined slab of concrete to keep herself planted. In the midst of the explosion she noticed a figure fly by her from the epicenter, and with silent horror she realized the figure was none other than Viral. Had he been caught in that explosion? It was Ki so it couldn't have been his own, what had happened? Seeing him almost buried beneath rubble she let out something between a guttural yelp and a howl as she tried to move towards him, barely able to get up on all fours never mind run over. Dragging herself over with one arm desperately she gasped when someone grabbed her from behind, struggling at first then stopping when she realized it was Kabocha.

"Let me help," Kabocha offered with a meek smile, kneeling down and slinging one of Yumi's arms across his shoulders. By now the fighting in the vicinity had died down entirely and though everyone was injured and exhausted they had survived. Well, everyone but Viral, they had all seen the explosion and feared the worst. Straining to support the taller woman he carried her over to the rubble where Leto was already busy at work tearing away pieces to clear the way to their friend. Flying over the remaining debris Kabocha felt his stomach churn uncomfortably and Yumi stiffen beside him at finding Viral, his bloodied and beaten state hardly screamed healthy. Landing before him they had barely touched down when Yumi pushed off and staggered forward, watching her sympathetically as she attempted to help. Leto climbed over the pile as well to join them and looking up at the Yulian it seemed like he wasn't the only one thinking the worst. "Do we have anyone who can help him?"

"Not yet, we're still the only ones here..." Leto muttered grimly, then noting how crestfallen Kabocha became he smiled and clasped him on the back, "Fear not my young friend! The Yulian military will be showing up any moment and they'll have a medic! Viral will be just fine!" He had to be, it would be an unfitting death for someone was proud and capable as him. Looking skyward as he spotted the others he waved them off for the time being, not wanting to crowd Yumi and Viral at the moment. They needed to try and get help even if it might be on the way, the sooner they had someone to tend to the commander the better. "Kabocha, you can still fly? See if you can find us help, we'll remain here in case there are more troops."

"Right... I'll be back!" Viral really didn't look great, with luck they'd get him help in time. Glancing back once again and seeing Yumi trying to stymie the bleeding of his wounds. Swallowing nervously he turned and flew past Kai and Choi, making a straight shot towards where they had seen fighting before. Battles all around had ended and he could only hope that it meant the Yulians had won and the Saiyans were defeated. But what if there were more Elites? If he ran across an Elite by himself -- No, he couldn't worry about that now, he had to focus on getting help for Viral and not himself.

"You're going to be okay Viral, you're going to be okay." The reassurances were as much for Viral as for Yumi herself as she uttered the phrases repeatedly, hoping perhaps they'd help the situation. She was no medic though, none of them were, and the wounds Viral suffered could potentially be fatal for all she knew. Fighting back tears as she fought to cover whatever she could she had to resort to tearing both Viral's and her own clothing for fabricated bandages, whatever she could manage to find. After only covering a few her hands were slick with his blood and her eyes stung from the tears falling, her breath shaking as she continued to work with trembling hands. Looking him in the eye she managed a smile before choking out a sob and working on tying another strip of cloth around a wound. "P-Please just stay with us, look at me, t-talk to me, you're going to be a-a-alright!"

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Our King wanted to use you as a weapon! He could have destroyed you at any time!" the Elite shot back, bristling and attempting to bury Viral in a hail of quills, "He'll see your head on a platter for this, don't you realize that?! Your victory here is hollow if you win! You're only signing your own death warrant!" Why would they fight him? Why would anyone fight the King? He was far too powerful to oppose and anyone who dared try saw their planets enslaved or utterly destroyed, succumbing to his rule was their only option. Landing back on the ground the Elite tried to focus Ki and blast the Beastman away but stopped short of firing when Viral was upon him. Leaping back to avoid being torn to shreds he reached out and caught Viral's foot, using it to spring himself up and kick him in the jaw, again to seemingly little effect. Cursing he landed and jumped away, panicked at seeing energy gathering in his maw once more. Amassing as much Ki as he possibly could he fired back at the beam and immediately began to struggle, the difference in their powers was like night and day. Sliding back along the ground as he fought for command the Elite noticed his own energy beginning to wane, his beam slowly being pushed back despite all of his efforts to maintain the blast. Gritting his teeth he shouted in frustration right up to the point where Viral's energy utterly eclipsed his own, his shouts being drowned out as he was engulfed by the intense heat, not even smouldering ash left in his place as the beam finally stopped.

Impossible... He wasn't a Saiyan, he wasn't anything even of this world, every bit as unnatural as the beasts he was created to fight. So why then... Why was he so powerful?! The King could likely defeat Viral still but he would be a distraction to the Empire and its efforts, a distraction that could seriously hinder them. They had to die here then, the Beastman and his little entourage of would be heroes. "You will not defeat the Empire... You will buckle beneath its heel!" the Saiyan shouted, grinning as he struggled to sit again, "In fact you will not leave this planet, I will make certain of that!" There was only one option left to him that might ensure Lioma fall and these traitors along with it. With his body largely useless he could only muster Ki for attacks now, and there was one attack which would kill them if it succeeded, along with himself though he was willing to pay such a price. Taking whatever Ki he had left as well as that around him the Elite began to take on a slight glow as energy built up around him, crackling and hissing like electricity and slightly pulsing, illuminating the area around him. "I'll take you all to Hell with me, every last one of you! You and this wretched city!" the Saiyan laughed, his Ki beginning to grow rapidly to the point where it would erupt. He'd take the whole city and its people out with him in a massive blast, they were all as good as dead.

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

Sneaking through areas with other people about was nothing new for Caelan, he'd done it a handful of times with other hunters about. Those hunters though weren't clad in armor and trained to kill usually nor did they have someone like this Fiona woman among their ranks. They could be killed from a distance by a marksman and never knew what hit them, a grim though that constantly sat in the back of his mind. Trying to forge on despite his concerns however Caelan waited for Link to reach him before continuing to scale the walls, making it as far as the sixth floor before taking a pause. Up above the voices of some guards could be heard and he prepared for a fight to break out only to watch instead as their corpses plummeted to the ground below. Peering over the edge he watched as their bodies disappeared into dark portals, his stomach turning uncomfortably as they disappeared into the void. Just like that they were gone, a good reminder not to end up on Regol's bad side.

Perhaps the scene had gotten to Link as he was looking a bit pale when he finally reached the same floor as them. It was disconcerting, no one wanted to pass out while you were scaling a wall six stories up. Furrowing his brow Caelan nodded and went to the hall once more, making certain no one was coming around that might spot Link here. "Come up when you catch your breath, I'm going ahead." Waiting for Regol to move along he used his own grapple to follow his lead, glancing back down at the courtyard below. Come to think of it how were they going to get out of this place? As high up as they were you couldn't exactly jump out of a window, and no doubt once they reached the Princess everything was going to go to hell. Which probably meant fighting through all the guards and that Fiona woman. And nearly getting killed... Again... he lamented, smiling ruefully as he continued to climb, Can't I just go back to looting tombs? Monsters I can handle, this is just ridiculous...

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

"Then you'll go to hell where a monster like you belongs!" Sustained fire would prevent counterattacks even with his regeneration, even if right now he was grossly more powerful. If the King were here then even this monstrous form would be useless yet he wasn't and thus they would have to make due. Firing off an array of attacks the Saiyan did everything in his power to keep Viral at bay. In his exhausted, wounded state however his output of Ki was far from what it could be and the attacks though plentiful were largely ineffective. Seeing the massive build up of solar energy the Saiyan cursed and used what little remained of his Ki to fly from his spot, barely avoiding being vaporized along with an entire block of the city as Viral let his energy run wild. Falling out of the air as sustaining flight was proving difficult the Saiyan bounced along the pavement and groaned out in pain, fighting through it as he rolled onto his back and pushed himself into a sitting position. From here he was further off and could still see Viral, and he was able to see his partner moving in for an attack as well. Figuring Viral would not bother trying to evade his blasts again he charged up energy and threw it at Viral's front.

While the Saiyan was busy running as a distraction he could now get in closer without fear of being attacked. Using the Ki attacks as cover the Elite jumped up behind Viral and swung his body around, applying Ki to his leg as before and delivering a hard kick to the side of his head. It moved Viral if only barely and with a curse the Elite dropped to the ground, shouting as Ki was focused to his arms and he instead began a flurry of punches into his side, hoping to cause some damage. Even after that surge however there was no apparent damage done much to his horror, Viral was standing tall and as imposing as ever. Staring in shock at the Beastman he hastily backed away to avoid a potential counterattack, spreading his arms out at his sides and firing off quills from his body in an attempt to hit vital spots, or joints, anything that might hinder Virals movements even slightly.

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

Ethan was beside himself. How was he supposed to console Amuné? Everyone knew that Cecil was going to be alright after he was worked on, or at least they were confident as much. For him personally there was no certainty but he tried to air on the side of optimism and expected their friend to make a full recovery. Yet Amuné spoke of Cecil as though he were truly gone and removed from this world. Could a Machina actually die like that? He'd no idea how a typical Machina worked never mind an apparently more advanced model like Cecil but he didn't think machines could actually be killed. Stop working perhaps, but killed? When she clung to him again and the hysterics resumed he carefully rose to his knees and held Amuné in his arms, closing his eyes tiredly as he tried to soothe her.

"Cecil isn't dead, Machina don't die. He... Remember when he ran out of power and stopped moving? Something happened and he turned off, that's all. He'll be fine when they fix him," Ethan reassured with a soft voice, smiling as he stroked Amuné's hair, "And your mom and dad are okay too, I just know they are. We're getting closer to the big cities right? We'll find them, someone's got to know where they ended up. Someone here might even have a clue for us if we look around. You'll go home, but its going to be with your parents, right? Until then I'll take care of you and help you find them." They had to be alive, they didn't have any reason not to be. They lived far from the cities and they'd never done anything to anger the Church, there had to be an explanation for where they had gone. And Ethan was determined to help Amuné solve that puzzle and find her parents again. And to help Cecil find out just who, or what, he really was. And Nymira with her mission to aid her clan. Not to mention whatever Asta might need which was still a mystery, and on top of all that his own desire to reunite with Cedric.

Realizing just how much still stood before them a whole new wave of fatigue washed over Ethan, his eyelids heavy as he fought to open them again. He needed food or rest right now whether Amuné wanted to eat or not. But he couldn't well leave her alone either, not in the state she was. "Come on, let's go try and get something in our bellies okay? What would your mom or dad say if you didn't eat your supper?" Ethan prodded with a playful smile, easing Amuné back and wiping tears from her cheeks with the pad of his thumb. Placing his hands on her shoulders he then leaned in and placed a light kiss atop her head, using the bed to help himself get to his feet. "We need to get Wyth looked at too remember? Let's go see if someone here knows how to help him okay? Then we get fill our bellies and get some rest." He so hoped she'd listen to him this time since he was borderline collapsing as it was and waiting any longer was going to be troublesome.

"Much of the Rumia clan are outsiders, members of another clan at one point or another. I'm sure you'd be allowed back," Nymira answered dismissively, her interest already passing from Kensen's reunion. Her goal out here was not to bring those who left back home and she'd not expend the energy to try and do so, not when there was so much else to be done. She would however dispel one misconception Kensen seemed to have of her clan, if only because to think otherwise was an insult to her father. "We don't care if you're Skyborn or not, all that matters is your loyalty to the clan. If you can swear that you'd not harm your fellow Dimurans and would serve the best interest of the clan then you'd be let back in."

On to more pressing matters: finding allies for her clan. Mutebo seemed to be a prosperous place enough, certainly larger than any of the places they'd been before, and the fact it harbored Magi was an extra boon. Though their alliances were not meant to be militaristic in nature Nymira was certain no one would have any problem with more capable warriors in the event something were to happen. Mutebo then was an ideal starting point for her endeavors, and Kensen could potentially be her means of building a connection. When the Dimuran gave her an anything but supportive response however she became annoyed, narrowing her eyes and staring up at him, trying to bore through his goggles.

"You're right, we have no idea what is going on here. That is thanks to your leader or whoever she is refusing to answer my questions so far," Nymira grumbled, "And of course I am seeking a benefit. No one seeks allies or partners without some goal or intention in mind. And we'd obviously offer some kind of service in exchange, it's not a one way deal. Besides..." There was a pause as she seemed to scrutinize Kensen, glancing briefly over at the woman he'd been with before frowning, "You're not in charge, so frankly your opinion doesn't matter. Her opinion and the opinion of this place's leader are all I care about." Even if she had been rude the fact that Kensen then turned and began to walk away struck a sensitive spot in Nymira and she glared at his retreating figure, wishing she had the strength to throw a warning shot at him for leaving like that. "Have you no honor? Your own are still among our clan, do you not want to help them?!"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

"Amuné... I know you want to help but we're only going to get in the way. Let the mechanics do their job and we'll see him as soon as he wakes up, okay?" Far too fatigued to argue it Ethan gently tried to usher Amuné long, his eyes set on the building before them. With his limbs heavy as lead and his stomach empty as the deepest chasm the only two things on his mind now were a hot meal and rest. Did he feel concern for Cecil? Of course he did and he would like to be there for their friend as well but they had to take care of themselves too. Never one to be overly forceful Ethan tried to give Amuné's arm a tug towards their temporary lodging, deflating when the Ydran girl instead resisted and began to howl. He felt as every bit as bad for Cecil as anyone else but they just couldn't go and see him right now, he'd need time to rest too and would probably need a little time to adjust. In an act of desperation Ethan turned and simply lifted Amuné's small frame into his arms, promptly regretting the decision as she wailed and shoved against his chest.

Why did he feel like the bad guy doing this? Ethan knew they needed to let Cecil be seen to, and seen to alone, yet he felt lousy for denying Amuné all the same. "Please stop, we'll see him soon okay? We just have to rest now," the Magi pleaded as he struggled to keep a hold of the girl. Giving Wyth a confounded look he did his best to simply ignore the protests and went ahead to the building, ignoring the multitude of stares as they approached. Evidently wailing children weren't commonplace here, if everyone's reactions were anything to go by. Upon their entry an older woman, nowhere near as imposing as the one who had saved them, greeted them with a patient if strained smile. They would be shown to their quarters and perhaps not a moment too soon as Amuné's veritable breakdown was beginning to draw an awful lot of attention. All while they were led through the building Amuné's protests persisted and when they finally reached their given room Ethan thought it a blessing as he closed the door, kicking it shut behind him before setting Amuné down on the bed.

"Amuné... You've got to settle down. I know you're upset but he's going to be okay." Easing himself down onto one knee Ethan gave the Ydran a patient smile, reaching out and gently placing his hand atop her head. "He's not like us, remember? He's a Machina, and they can fix him. He's not dead, he just... Turned off. Remember like before? It's happened before and it probably happened again, he used a lot of energy fighting. But give it a day and he'll be up and at 'em again, I promise." So long as that Varuna didn't do anything particularly nasty to Cecil that is. Easing backwards Ethan settled on his rear and extended his arms out to hold himself up, releasing a long-winded sigh. "You don't want to show up tomorrow and be sick or tired right? So let's take care of ourselves while he gets looked at," Ethan reiterated with a smile, "Besides, this is a big city. I bet there's a lot that we can do here, and since its friendly to Magi we don't have to worry. We'll take Cecil with us and have some fun when he wakes up, how's that sound?"

The overwhelming sense of déjà vu Nymira was experiencing was never going to permit her to rest, not until she knew who this man was. The best way to find out was introduce herself and be outright with it rather than waste time trying to awkwardly beat about the tree... Was that how that saying went? His initial reaction to hearing her father's name hardly instilled confidence in things and hearing him elaborate further didn't paint an ideal picture. Her father had kicked him out? A few years ago now from what Kensen had told her as well, but what had happened back then? Nymira's brow knit together as she tried to recall events from that long ago and she lifted her eyes to Kensen once more, hoping his appearance might trigger some memory.

"Kensen... You were in a hunting party... No. You were meant to clear out a Vazra nest." It was coming back to her now and she felt ashamed for not remembering it sooner. How had she forgotten an event where several of their own had met their demise? There had been initial animosity towards Kensen back then but it had long since faded, in its place almost an indifference instead. Whether he'd been truly responsible for their deaths or not mattered little at this point and holding a grudge for something that long ago was a waste of energy, something she had very little of right now.

"I won't apologize for my father's decision, nor do I expect you to accept any such apology," her words were without venom or animosity, sounding almost disinterested even, "I would assume at this point you have no desire to come back to the clan? It's possible my father would allow it, though you may have to undergo a trail to prove your loyalty. Then again it seems you've made a place for yourself here as well." If that woman was the leader as Nymira had assumed then the fact Kensen was with her and her alone suggested he was rather important to this organization. They still had no answers as to what precisely these people were doing here and she might ask if she'd expected Kensen to share anything with her. Instead she'd seek a different line of questioning, one just as pressing.

"I'll need to speak with whoever is in charge of Mutebo. I'm here on my father's behalf seeking an alliance. Is that something you would be able to arrange?" She should meet with him sooner rather than later, no doubt their days were going to be busy even when here in a refuge. "In fact take me there now if you're not busy. I'd like to speak with them before we..." Nymira's voice trailed off as the corners of her vision darkened slightly and her head suddenly felt lighter, a dizzy spell coming on that caused her to almost fall in place. Catching herself on the cart she grit her teeth, steadying herself and taking a deep breath trying to will the spell to pass. "Maybe... After a meal would be best..." Nymira admitted, frowning as she looked to Kensen once more, "Show me inside at the very least. I'd like to... 'Chew the hide' with the people inside, I should try and befriend the people here if we're all Magi."

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

For all the power being put into each and every blast not a single one served to halt Viral's progress. Though visibly he was sustaining damage the Beastman walked on as though nothing were striking him, his wounds seemingly healing as they appeared. In utter shock at the futility of his attacks the Elite simply stared at the Beastman when the gap was closed, gagging and gasping for breath when two powerful claws wrapped around his neck, lifting him from his feet and holding him like he were a child. Trying unsuccessfully to pry Viral's claws from his throat the Elite gasped as he was thrown away like a ragdoll into a light post, breaking it in half on impact and bouncing against the pavement harmlessly. Lungs burned and his eyes watered as he fought for breath, struggling to get off of the ground and back into the fight. His chances of doing so diminished when Viral was nearly upon him, poised to cut him into ribbons and end the battle then and there. Trying to raise an arm fast enough to at least blast Viral again and braced instead for the worst, eyes wide with fear. When a Ki blast then slammed into the Beastman and knocked him well off course the Elite blinked in confusion, astonished to see his partner sat up against a container along the road, barely conscious but preparing another Ki blast already.

"He can't be allowed to win! He's a monstrosity, a menace to everyone!" the Saiyan shouted, groaning as his chest ached in protest to the exertion, coughing up blood before spitting more out to the side, "I'll support you, don't give him an inch! We can kill him!" Viral was utterly insane if he thought they were going to fall here, and even crazier to believe he or anyone else could topple the Saiyan empire. Watching as Viral began to get back up again he grit his teeth, focusing Ki into his hand and firing off a rapid succession of blasts, just enough to keep the Beastman preoccupied. He may be much stronger now but he was still vulnerable, they only had to wear him down enough to deal a decisive blow. Constant barrages should keep him from recovering too much and he could prevent the Beastman from attacking back this way as well. "The Empire will never fall, Viral! You're fighting against the strongest force this world has ever known!" the Saiyan screamed over the blasts, "You'll join a long line of other failed attempts at bringing us down!"

Legend of Zelda: Templar Ascension

Don't you even worry about us Caboose, you focus on you right now! Like Mog said therapy might not be a bad idea, just someone who can really listen and give you a chance to vent healthily, and suggest ways to cope. And of course we're here as well and will do whatever we can!

Dragon Ball: Legacy (Mogtaki and Vena Sera)

Fighting Viral as he was would be suicide, there was no hopes of winning. With his power spiraling out of control and his regeneration negating almost any attack it was moot to try and defeat him, their only option was retreat. After unsuccessfully blowing Viral away with that blast the Elite used his Ki to attempt and flee instead. With extra strength behind him he was able to move far faster than most anyone on the battlefield and yet the added speed didn't seem to help him at all. Glancing over his shoulder the Elite uttered a gasp in shock as Viral jumped into the air, leaping clear over him and cutting off his path. Trying to come to a stop he slid along the road, his feet digging into the pavement to attempt and slow enough to turn tail and run the other way. Before he was ever able to even pivot himself the Elite felt a massive claw smash into his back, being thrown clear off of his feet and into the air. Gagging as he felt his breath escape him there was little to be done as he fell back down, gasping again as a powerful kick knocked him away and into a vehicle, the force of his impact causing it to buckle and fold almost in two around him.

"I see... Running is not an option..." the Elite groaned as he rolled onto his front, struggling to even rise to his feet. His partner was still here and so were their men, the chance of everyone successfully getting away from this was slim to none and he knew it. If Viral could somehow be felled then it would be a massive victory for the Saiyan empire even if they had to die along with him. On his feet again the Elite held both arms out, gathering Ki as quickly as he could as if preparing another massive blast. Rather than expend all of it in a single shot however this time he condensed it and began firing off smaller, more rapid attacks in hopes of chipping away at Viral. If he could do enough damage, he reasoned, then even the regenerative abilities of the Beastman shouldn't be able to keep up with the damage. Viral could be killed, he only had to be pushed past the point of recovery and brought to the edge of death before he ever had a chance to react or heal. "I will not allow a monster like you to live!" the Elite shouted over the blasts, "The Saiyan empire will succeed! We will save the universe, and an abomination like you will not stop us!"

Adelon: Steeling the Faith [Open!]

They shouldn't be picking fights or arguing with these people, not since they had saved them without needing to. But having Kensen snap at them was a little unwelcome and were Ethan any more tired he just might be irritable enough to snap back. Taking a breath he nodded his head once and smiled, deciding it was best to just not say anything in return.

"Well... She tried to help us and we should be happy about that. Maybe it didn't go as... Smoothly as it could have, but we're okay now." Amuné wasn't completely wrong, the creatures they had seen were most definitely awful looking. Far worse than the direwolves which lived in the hills near Kinsgrove, or the gnoth, crablike creatures that lived along the Elion River to the west of the village. Or any number of the other beasts which Ethan had encountered in his travels, many of which he had no names for. For as strange and intimidating as many had been at least they seemed to belong here in their world, they had a place here. The Vazra? The beast with the tentacles? Even never seeing them before one could tell they weren't meant to be here. So was Amuné completely wrong? Of course not, but she wasn't completely right either. Asta had it under control until a certain point and she was trying to help, they couldn't be mad at her for that.

For now they should worry more about getting rest than whether or not Asta's decisions during the fight were right or not. Everyone was tired from their day and a nice bed after a hot meal would do everyone wonders. At Amuné's behest Ethan put the young Ydran down on her feet and smiled sympathetically when she went to Cecil's side. He understood wanting to be with Cecil right now, he did want to as well, but that wasn't their place to be right now. "They're going to be busy fixing him, we can't do anything to help and would probably only get in the way. Besides if we're tired too then we have to be resting, otherwise he's just going to worry about us when he wakes up." The idea of their friend waking up alone somewhere was definitely sad but they had to take care of themselves too. Maybe Amuné hadn't expended much today but the rest of them were running on fumes and liable to pass out if they didn't take it easy. "Let's go get some food first, okay? Maybe a little later we can visit and see how things are going?"

"There's no room in the garage for little kids to be running around, you're staying here," the woman demanded as she gestured to the complex, "Now come on, get inside and let's get you all patched up and clean. Your friend is going to be fine kiddo, the mechanics in Mutebo come from all over and are some of the best I've seen, he'll probably be back up and running by the morning." Provided they had the pieces for him. Just what kind of Machina was Cecil anyways? She had seen plenty of Machina in the cities and surrounding towns but never one that so closely represented a living being before. Probably some high end bot then and one which would need imported parts. But no way was she telling the little girl that, she'd probably freak out hearing it could take a while.

So there was no reason to worry then, Cecil was going to be just fine! "Come on, I bet they've got some good food inside, let's go see what they have." Reaching out Ethan took Amuné's hand in his own and gave her a patient smile as he tried to pull her along, heading towards the building. "And we should get someone to look at Wyth too right? Cecil's going to be okay but our little furry friend needs his wounds cleaned. And he's probably hungry too," Ethan added, smiling down at Wyth, "Right buddy? Want some food?"

Resting now was certainly their best option given all they had endured. If Cecil was a machine then he wasn't truly dead, even Nymira new as much, and he would be fine with or without their company. He would be there tomorrow for them to visit after they had a chance to take care of themselves, and if need be Nymira would take Amuné personally first thing in the morning. Watching the men unload their cart she almost considered overseeing the affair as she didn't fully trust them handling their supplies, though the act of simply standing proved to be taxing on her. With little choice she would leave these people to their work and join the other inside for some much needed food and rest. There was something troubling her though, more than trusting her supplies to strangers. When she crossed paths with Kensen she hesitated for only a second before looking up at him, scrutinizing his features as her face turned emotionless.

"You're a Dimuran... Which clan do you hail from?" Nymira asked, looking at the man before her for any defining characteristics. She felt like she knew him somehow, like they had met before all of this, before her journey into the kingdom proper. With the exception of a rare few most clans knew one another, either through treaties or from battles between one another which begged the question then: from which clan did he hail? Figuring she should be forthcoming and honest with it she turned to face him, having to crane her neck upward to look at him in the eye. "I am Nymira Rumia, daughter of Hákon Rumia and heiress to the Rumia clan. And you are...?"