Zander would have thrown a barred insult at Nymira, but the words were taken from his lips. He couldn't help himself, he watched Cecil crash through the deck and into the air. Amuné grasped tightly to keep her from being thrown off, and then the air born Cecil struck. Zander couldn't tell which man Cecil's hand grasped, but he did wheeze when he saw what the youngster did. 

"We wanted a miracle..." Zander left the rest of the sentence unfinished. Nothing else needed to be said. Clutching a Seal Paper to his chest, and feeling the wound slowly heal, it would take time since his own magic was a simple ember compared to the raging fire it was this morning. It purred contently under his skin, expended and well used. He moved slowly, trying to put some distance between himself and the enraged Cecil, he moved closer to what had to be the captain's cabin. His eyes focusing on and off on the two suited men and on Nymira as well.

Sliding down the door frame, back propping the door open, he let out a ragged breath. He wouldn't have much time to dodge if that ice maniac threw another spell at him. He would be able to tumble one way or another. For now, he was content to rest and not jar his chest too much with deep breaths and make the wound worse. If needed too, he could throw himself back into the brawl but he was no warrior.

"Amuné," Zander called to the girl. "This way!" He tried to not make much motion, but to get the young girl into the cabin. He would help keep her safe, even if the little brat hadn't returned his staff to him. He would retrieve it afterwards. Zander was letting his guard down, but his body ached, his chest felt like it was afire and right now sleep sounded wonderful to him.

"Haven't been around or used so much magic since I left the Main House," Zander muttered to himself. Still he stared at Cecil's back and gasped in shock when he saw the mechanical hand return to Cecil's wrist. Was that NORMAL!? That couldn't possibly be, he was sure if something like that had been achieved the Church would use it to the extremes. His Father at least would have mentioned something like that to his once heir, wouldn't have he?!

Where was Ethan in all of this, Zander's mind wandered. Shaking it free from the thoughts he couldn't help but smile oddly. If he was going to help these people like he felt his Saint pushing him towards, it was going to a rough and bumpy ride. For now, he'd sit back and regain some of his strength before he attempted to rejoin the fray.