[color=D6CC88][u][b]Norman's shop[/b][/u]

Amuné looked at the mechanic's hands before moving aside to let him at Cecil.  She moved close to Wyth, one hand tangling in his fur, the other going to her mouth as she bit her knuckle.  Norman opened Cecil's chest, and then the Machina made a noise like a slight intake of breath before going limp.  Was he dead?  The girl prayed silently that he wasn't, but this wasn't like any operation she'd ever seen.  Not that she'd seen many.  Her mother insisted that she wasn't yet old enough to help with the serious stuff.  This was sorta like surgury crossed with machine repair.  The mechanic removed the old battery, and the girl blinked, taking half a step closer.  Was that...?

Upon his return with a fresh power supply, Norman saw it too.  It was a magic crystal.  It made sense to Amuné if not the two adults.  After all, Cecil was a special Machina, and he had magic.  Maybe this was how he got it, since she wasn't sure if Machina could get the blessing of a saint, being created and not born.  Or maybe they could, but he needed a crystal to access his power?  Magi with weak blessings could use crystals far more effectively than non-Magi, she knew.

Amuné held her breath when the new battery was put in place.  At first nothing happened, and her anxiety skyrocketted.  But then Cecil's eyes regained life, and he sat up.  So relieved was she that he seemed alright that she nearly went to give him a hug.  But she knew better than to get in between healer and patient, so she instead moved closer to Ethan, giving him a smile.  "I'm glad you're okay, Cecil," the girl said aloud, turning her smile on the Machina.  "I was really really worried, you looked /awful/.  Um...Mr. Norman...?  Will he be okay now?  Or might he get sick again?"  Her voice became quieter when she addressed the mechanic, and she didn't quite look at him.  She still wasn't entirely comfortable with him.[/color]