[color=D6CC88]It took forever for Norman to fix Cecil, and then she had to wait for him to cool down and get up.  It was very different from how her mommy healed people, but that must be because he had different insides.  She leaned forward, hands clasped tight around her back, and it took all her patience to stay still.  If Amuné hadn't been so worn out from the vision and then trying to use her magic deliberately she probably wouldn't have managed.

When Cecil looked over she almost went to him then, but Norman had said to wait still.  When he talked about design flaws and stuff, though, she couldn't take it anymore.  She didn't quite jump on the poor Machina, but Amuné came perilously close.  Still, she managed to keep the embrace gentle, if tight.  His new parts were still warm, but not so much that they were more than a bit uncomfortable, and all things considered she hardly minded.

"I'm so glad you're okay, Cecil, I was worried when you took that hit and -- and -- I think you're amazing."  The child didn't know what his makers had been thinking, or what his purpose was, or why he'd been made as he was, but she did know what Cecil had done and what he meant to her.  "You saved Nymira, and you got hurt bad but that was really brave and if you need extricy to be able to do it then we'll just have to make sure you have it.  Just like we need to sleep and eat -- it's the same idea, isn't it?"  Food was what kept Ydrans and Murans and the rest going, and sleep was when the body took care of itself.  So batteries and power and maintenance were just Cecil's version of all that.  "...I don't want you getting hurt or shutting down or anything like that," she added, in a small voice.  "So you have to take good care of yourself, okay?  Promise?"[/color]