[color=D6CC88]"Of course they get sick -- Cecil's sick now."  Explaining the finer points of living vs. Machina to Amuné did not look like it would be an easy task.  "And they die, I remember when the engine for Benjamin's tractor broke and they couldn't fix it, they had to get a new one.  They said it had died."  She followed as he made his way over to her injured friend, but quickly got in the way and grabbed his hands when he started to reach for Cecil.  "Wash first!" she demanded.  "Even if your hands look clean you have to wash first!"

When he'd washed up to her satisfaction she did the same, and then went back to watch quietly while Norman worked.  He'd said he could fix Cecil, but she knew from watching her mother that she should be quiet if someone was badly injured, and her Machina friend was the worst-injured person she'd ever seen up close.  She leaned forward a little when he looked at the gears and stuff in Cecil's chest.  She'd seen the crystal before, of course, but Norman acted like something was special about this one.  "He'll be just fine?" the girl echoed, sighing in relief.  "Thank the Saints."  Norman saying he was sure Cecil would be okay was enough for her.  He knew what he was doing, and he was good with machines.

Then he started asking for things.  Amuné stood a bit straighter.  This was something she was very good at doing for her mommy.  She knew where most everything was back home, and could get almost anything very quick.  But her face fell at what Norman requested.  "Polla...Paula Ethyl...?  Um...but I know what copper wire is, and iron!  I can find the blacksmith!"  She had no idea what the first thing was, and couldn't even manage to repeat it back, but copper and iron, that would be easy.  The blackmith probably had both.  "And a big heavy spring!  I can do that -- I'll be right back, okay?"

She took off at a dash, Wyth at her heels.  She had to ask to find out where the blacksmith was, and then she had to explain that Norman was repairing her friend Cecil and he needed copper wire and a few ounces of iron and a big heavy spring, and then she had to explain that Cecil was a Machina and Norman was a Machina doctor and he worked with machines too, and he'd sent her.  But Amuné made sure to be polite, and she said please and thank you to everyone she asked -- especially the blacksmith.  It took longer than she'd hoped, especially since the smith wouldn't give her anything until one of the other machinists turned up and echoed her request.  It turned out they only needed the iron from the blacksmith, but she was more than happy to help with even one thing.  "I got it!" she panted when she reached the table.  She'd run all the there, and then all the way back, and she was out of breath.[/color]