"Hm... Well the sleep mode makes sense. It's your system shutting down to prevent water damage, as that could short out your circuitry and fry you outright," Norman mused aloud, "Honestly though, I'm surprised how good of condition you're in if you've traveled as long as you claim. Rust, broken components, shattered joints, these are common ailments for Machina, especially ones who operate for extended periods. I suppose that's a testimony to whoever built you though." What kind of material was Cecil comprised of? No way it was market-grade, there were no other Machina that were as durable as he was. There was so much mystery surrounding this one, he'd have to be certain to keep an eye on him. Norman couldn't well travel with the group, but then perhaps he didn't have to. There was an alternative, someone else who could keep an eye on Cecil for him. It would mean getting these kids to do some work for him, but they'd have something to gain as well, even if they didn't know it right away. Delighted that Ethan agreed, he gave them a description of his missing friend and where to start looking, waving them off as they left his shop.

Maybe it was a bit of a mistake to accept Norman's errand so readily, but they did owe him for helping Cecil. Besides, how difficult could it be asking about his friend? Someone in this bustling town was bound to know Nymira, particularly if she was usually with this engineer. Naturally the first place that he thought to inspect was a tavern or inn, places where people often passed through and would have stories with them. He almost considered turning back around and asking Norman about their usual spots in Galloway, but he instead shifted his focus onto Amuné, rather wanting to get her wounds checked and herself washed up and changed. "I've got enough for it, sure! It might be almost all of what I have left, but that's not a problem," he replied, smiling kindly as his eyes closed, "I can work and make some more while we're here, it's simple as that. So don't you worry about money, let me worry about that." She was trying to be helpful and not seem needy, at least Ethan saw it as such, and while appreciated he had no issues with helping her out.

"Well first let's get you cleaned up and bandaged, alright? After that we can focus on finding some clothes and then finally some food. Don't you want to be all clean and fresh?" Come to think of it he could really use a bath himself, it had been close to 2 days since he'd washed up. Well, unless you counted him being soaked by that mage, but that water hadn't exactly been pristine; it had washed his clothes nicely, but Ethan himself still desperately needed a scrubbing. Finding some kind of healer would be their first job, and there were a few places that he knew of they could check. Usually in towns there was some kind of resident medicine man, albeit he was pretty sure that was only in smaller places. The church had healers as well, but that was no doubt crowded and would be a little uncomfortable. The next best thing, he reasoned, would me a small time practitioner. All Amuné had was a superficial cut on her shoulder, anyone with basic knowledge of medicine should be able to help that. 

"Oh, uh... Sorry about the oil, Cecil, we probably should have asked for that too," Ethan added, now that they were two blocks from the shop. He'd been thrown off by Norman's request and that had totally slipped his mind, oops. Their Machina friend had been walking along thus far uninhibited however, so while he should get help still maybe it wasn't as pressing as they had thought. Just as well too, because they had finally managed to find themselves just what they needed for Amuné; a doctor, or a healer from the church, designated by his cleric robes, was busy closing up a small roadside shop when Ethan hurried over and introduced the group. He'd wanted to avoid heading to the church, but surely a lone cleric was willing to lend a hand. As it happened the old man was, greeting Amuné in a friendly tone and promptly removing some bandages, a cleaning solution and even a small piece of candy, evidently giving them to children for behaving. It took next to no time to patch her up, as after the wound was cleaned it was promptly covered, a pin put in place to keep it securely wrapped.

Thanking the cleric profusely for his help, and for the man doing so free of charge, Ethan now felt a bit more comfortable with doing some shopping. However small Amuné's wound might be he'd wanted to get it checked, and knowing now that she'd be completely fine took a weight off of his shoulders. There was still the matter of getting clean and new clothing, both of which might be able to be accomplished in one go; they could wash at an inn, and usually there were a lot of stalls near inns, as people came and went constantly which meant business was typically good. "We should find an inn, get settled in and then start our search," Ethan mused aloud, nodding to himself before glancing back at the other two with a smile, "We'll get you changed into some new clothes, Amuné, and washed as well. You too Wyth, if you want. I know I need a bath," he added, pinching his own nose to feign being disgusted before chuckling, "After that we can get to work, sound fair?"