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

"Are you okay?  What hurts?" Amuné echoed her mother, trying to fall into the woman's role as a healer even though she lacked most of the training.  She gasped as a new person addressed them, and went to stand behind Ethan, one hand in Wyth's fur, the other grabbing a handful of Ethan's jacket.  The man introduced himself as Norman, but though he was friendly, the girl didn't trust him yet.  He didn't give off an awful vibe, but maybe he had some motive other than interest in Machina.  Would he help Cecil, or hurt him?  The man was saying stuff about Cecil, but Amuné didn't understand most of it.  Probably stuff about what kind of Machina he was, and something about his arms.  The beeping device he had was interesting, but unfamiliar.  Nobody in her village had something like that.

At least Norman seemed to be able to tell what was making Cecil sick.  That was good.  She was glad the Machina was going to be okay.  Amuné loosened her grip on Ethan's jacket and gave Wyth a pat to let him know she was okay for now.  Still, she retreated when Norman offered his hand, her expression shadowed.  Only two weeks had passed since the traumatic events in her home village, and she'd yet to get over them.  It was only natural the girl was wary of strangers.

Wyth was both less wary and less interested, but he gave the proffered hand a polite sniff, whiskers brushing against it lightly before he withdrew his head to look up at his girl.  She was scared.  The stranger was the cause, but all he could do for her was stick by her side so she knew she wasn't alone.  One night he'd got up to catch a rodent that came too close to where she was sleeping, and she had woken up while he was eating, mewling like a lost kitten until he returned to her side.[/color]