[color=D6CC88]The way Cecil described what he'd seen, it certainly /sounded/ like a vision to the child Seer.  Things she Saw could be familiar, even if she'd never seen them before, though it didn't happen often.  Amuné put the thought aside and got to her feet when Nymira pointed out that they should go.  "I still think we should go talk to the guard," she grumbled.  Leaving town now meant that she wasn't going to get to listen to the minstrel that evening, something she could really use after such an awful day.  However, Ethan's words made her plant her feet.  "Get Zander?" she echoed, folding her arms.  "Why do we need to get him?  He's not nice, and he killed the mayor and he's using being a healer to hurt people, and that's wrong!"  The man's reply didn't convince her.  "He ran away!" she retorted, refusing to move.  "If he didn't do it, why'd he run away like that?"  Ethan had an answer to that as well, one that seemed possible if not likely.  The girl looked down and scuffed a foot in the dirt.  "He's still mean," she said in a petulant voice, her expression sulky, but she at least went to take the man's outstretched hand.

Wyth didn't look pleased at how close his girl was to the metal boy but the one she liked was in between them, so he limited himself to a soft hiss.  The moorcat fell in behind the three so he could keep an eye on the metal boy, ready to lunge if he tried anything.  Perhaps his girl had not been physically injured, but she had been distraught, and the boy was the cause.  For that matter, he'd been acting with such cold violence that it was unclear if he would have hurt the kit, and simply hadn't gotten around to it.  Nor was the boy any sort of creature Wyth recognized -- his shell was harder than the turtles that sometimes lazed on hot rocks near the creek back home, while he looked like the people-kits and smelled more like a metal beast, like the ones some of the farmers used in their fields.

Amuné had the feline get in the cart, but as Cecil started to follow the moorcat laid his ears back and snarled.  "Wyth, stop that," she scolded, frowning at him.  Instead the cat got to his feet and moved between his girl and the Machina.  "No!"  the girl went to grab his tail, knowing that it wouldn't do any good if Wyth really wanted to hurt Cecil, but it was a stronger signal than just words.  "No, he's a--"  Her gaze flicked to the Machina's face for a brief moment before she dropped her eyes, feeling guilty.  She couldn't quite bring herself to say friend, not just then.  "He's not bad.  Don't hurt him.  Um...I think maybe Wyth shouldn't ride in the cart right now...If you'll just...let us get down...."  The last part was addressed mostly to Cecil, but she couldn't look at him.  Between cat and Machina, she was embarrassed and ashamed and quite clearly unhappy.  Still, they managed to sort things out, and Wyth ended up pacing along at the cart's side as the group headed to look for the stray healer.[/color]