[color=D6CC88][u][b]Campsite[/b][/u]

"Daddy taught me," the girl said, looking away.  Cecil seemed upset.  But did Machina have emotions?  Amuné wasn't sure, but if he looked upset she might as well act as if he did.  He really seemed more like a boy than a machine, despite everything.  "Umm...Cecil, I'm sorry I said that.  And...if you can use grease, I can maybe get you some, next time Wyth catches me something."  Ethan said she should wear his coat, and so she put it on, glad to have some protection from the elements.  It smelled like him still, even after a night of serving as a blanket, and Amuné was already starting to associate that scent with safety.  If he'd wanted to do something, he would have during the night, wouldn't he?  But then she reminded herself that she couldn't trust appearences.  Still...her botched attempt at magic hadn't brought up anything bad, and surely it would have if there'd been anything serious.  Big things were easier to trigger than normal stuff -- they were usually what hit her when she wasn't expecting it.

The child turned her attention back to Ethan.  He wanted them to split up?  "No!" she exclaimed, fear suddenly washing over her.  Sending her away to keep her safe?  No, no no, not again!  "I don't...no, stick together.  ...Please?"  The last word was plaintive, and she fixed the man with a wide-eyed stare.  Even if he'd be near, she didn't want to have him farther away.[/color]