Cecil really didn’t know what else to say towards their words, feeling conflicted over his own feelings and what they were trying to tell him. He had been told he had done wrong, but now it was apparently alright and everything was good. Finding it all too confusing he looked to Amuné, staring at her as she questioned his arm. “Huh? I-…” But sure enough her attention was gone from him once again, not knowing whether to answer her or dismiss it. It had all been on instinct, not finding it very easy to think of a how he managed to do it quite yet. Frowning, he looked back to Amuné who seemed to be praising him as well, feeling rather surprised by her choice of words. “Brave? That was strength? Bravery?” he spoke, trying to analyse what happened to try and come to the correct conclusion to whether it really was bravery and strength that he displayed. Going back on the analysis, it was definitely an odd display to be named ‘brave’ and a show of strength, not unless trying to capture the woman from afar was as such.

Feeling confused the entire way they came back he continued to try and figure out what was meant by all that and whether it was correct to say those things about what had been done. He couldn’t come to a reasonable conclusion but maybe those thoughts were already over for them and they had moved on from their thought processes without him. While this was probably of no surprise, he did feel a little behind like everyone was quite happy to move on and not give anything a second thought while he was stuck trying to figure out how he should feel about everything that was happening. Being back at Norman’s shop he sighed lightly now that their quest had been completed, feeling like he could knock that one worry away.

Keeping back and out of the way, he watched Norman and Nymira before gasping when there was instead violence, wondering if they had done the right thing now. This kind of interaction had only been seen where a fight was attempting to start, namely when he was trying to get away from that man in the other town. Feeling confused and alerted, he raised his hands a little as if imitating Norman as if something was going to attack him as well. When things were gradually dying down he had no idea what to even make of the discussion considering the words and phrases that were being used, not understanding what a ‘princess’ was. Was that her species or was it a job? Slowly tilting his head as he tried to take in all the information he quickly shook his head, finding the conclusion of the tale to be most uninteresting to his own existence considering it was all in the past and gone now: they had done their job, she was back out of harm’s way.

There was still other matters to attend to and things he wanted, but before any questions could be given Norman was back to asking them a favour. He was confused by this one, but what was worse was he was being used as a bargaining chip. To get seen to was what he needed, but to have it be placed on the counter with this made him feel pretty rotten. This was not fair, he needed to be seen to among other things but the only way to get them was to get in on this favour. Looking to Ethan, he frowned when it seemed it was something that had to be considered and discussed. This should be the time where he would speak up to Norman about throwing in that extra at the end, wanting to tell him how much it hurt his feelings that he was doing that when he desperately needed it. “He is using me in this. Why am I part of the deal?” he questioned Ethan, not understanding the concept of whispering, “I don’t want to be used. I don’t want to be part of the decision. He knows I would want a tune-up, but I don’t want to only say yes because it is what I want”.