Ethan really hoped Wyth wouldn't bite him for this, he was only trying to help Amuné. Goodness know where the girl's father might be at this point in time, but if they could find his friend then they certainly could find her father as well. There was no way of knowing if he was even alive still, yet for at least the little girl's sake he'd try to remain optimistic about the whole matter. It only took a few minutes once on the road for Amuné to settle down, and while she was undoubtedly still sad it was nice that she'd managed to stop crying for the time being. "You think he has amnesia? Huh... Can a Machina get amnesia though? Wouldn't that mean having a brain?" Ethan mused aloud, furrowing his brow as he thought about it. Did Cecil have a brain in there? Or was he just all parts and cogs? Just thinking about it made his head hurt...

"Wait wait wait... You're only 8 months old? Really?" Ethan asked, eyes widening in amazement as he glanced at Cecil. Maybe that wasn't so outlandish, did Machina age? Cecil probably didn't follow an awful lot of rules that came with growing up as a Mura, or Ydran, or any other race for that instance; if he was truly all machine then he was probably immortal, and he never had to worry about sickness or anything of the likes. But then he had emotion... Did machines have emotions? All of this back and forth was making his head spin, and thankfully more conversation alleviated him from all of that thinking. "Well... Saint Edos is one of the Nine Saints, and generally the one that's associated with healing," the boy explained, smiling as he could speak confidently about something for a change, "My town had an altar to him and the elders prayed to him pretty often, so I know a bit about him. I just don't know how much help that's going to be to you is all, that's the thing. Edos heals Murans, or Ydrans, you know... People who are made of flesh. Can he even heal a Machina?" He didn't mean to get Cecil down or anything, but it was a real possibility that he was beyond help, at least in that regard.

Still... Amensia would explain what Cecil was going through, but again Ethan figured that was reserved to living beings. Could there be something else wrong with him then? Maybe a part was broken, that seemed far more reasonable for a machine. They would need to talk to someone with intimate knowledge of how Machina worked to get an answer, which was just another reason to head to the city. "I'm willing to bet my last coppers that whoever put you together will have the answers we need, it's just gonna be a matter of finding them," Ethan said, trying to keep optimistic on the matter, "We've got a lot of people to find now, but I'm sure we can pull it off! Just hope you two don't mind a little walking." Unless they could get a hold of one of those vehicles he'd heard so much about, then their trip would be so much faster. Of course, the chances of accomplishing such a task were slim to none; not only were there really no vehicles this far out west, but who among them would know how to operate one? Cecil, maybe, and if not then they'd be totally helpless with the thing.

By the time the sun was high in the sky and noon had come around the group had walked a fair distance. It wasn't too far to the river now, something they could all see from where they stood upon a hill. Luckily for them too there were no signs of patrols or anyone who might give them trouble; the entire way out they'd only passed trade caravans, civilians traveling between towns and the occasional farmer or some other tradesman bringing their product about. Weird, Ethan would have thought that they'd see some patrols between the last settlement and now, but maybe their focus was just elsewhere today. "Wow... Would you look at that river!" the white-haired boy mumbled, beaming as he glanced across the two-dozen meter wide body of water. With rushing currents and pristine water it was really something to behold, particularly when what you were used to consisted of ponds and streams. No wonder they had to build this big bridge to get over it, he couldn't fathom any other way to make it across.

"Right, let's take a quick break before we cross! I don't know about the rest of you, but my shoulders are killing me!" Ethan smiled up at Amuné before lifting her up and easing her onto her feet on the cool grass below. Having had her on his shoulders for so long he felt light as a feather once getting her down, able to give both of his shoulders a roll with a satisfying pop in each. "Ah... That feels nice..." Now might not be a half bad time to go and get a bite to eat either considering they'd last had a meal earlier this morning. Plopping down onto his rear, Ethan grabbed his bag off his side and shuffled through it, frowning when he could find no other food stored away. Darn, that meant they were going to really have to hunt didn't it? Not that he minded terribly, it was just convenient to have some food on you was all. "Looks like we need to find something to munch on. Hm... Maybe we can go fishing here..."