[color=D6CC88]Amuné waited impatiently for the door to open, and she'd just stepped forward to knock again when a vaguely familiar voice said her name.  She turned to find the mechanic from Warren.  "Norman?" she asked, more worried about Cecil than glad to see a friend.  "Are you the one they said would fix him?  ...You mean he's not better yet?"  Since the machinist was there, she figured she had permission to go in, so she pushed the door open and held it for him and Wyth to follow.  "Yeah, it's Cecil.  He got hurt real bad!  It's like he's dead, but they keep saying he's not, he's just really really sick."  She looked up at him with wide eyes and a worried expression.  "He took a powerful magic...thing, so Nymira wouldn't get hit.  It was poison and death and really bad!"

Even as she spoke, her eyes scanned the half-lit room, trying to find Cecil among the clutter and in-progress projects of a machinist's shop.  It seemed everyone was still at breakfast, for the place was quiet.  It took a minute to locate her injured friend, laid out on a workbench and if anything looking even worse than the last time she'd seen him.  He still looked lifeless and broken, and Amuné had to choke back a sob.  "Cecil?" she asked, almost reaching out to shake his shoulder gently but stopping herself.  It wasn't good to jostle someone who'd been hurt badly like this.

"You can help him, right Mr. Norman?" she asked plaintively, gripping a handful of her skirt.  "Right?  They weren't just saying that so I wouldn't be sad?"  Hope warred with the recently learned lesson that not everything turned out okay.  "You can, you can fix anything. Right?  Right?!"[/color]