Geoffrey shook himself as if he had lost his train of thought in the middle of a conversation. "Ain' no problem. Figured..." coughing to get the "frog" out of his throat. "I have figured, since Zander is travelling with you. None of you are from around this area. Plus, if the guard does happen to stop us, I can get us out of it. Travellers round these parts usually hire meself or one of the barmaids."

Zander scowled at the younger and opened his mouth when Nymira's question cut across him. He felt light headed mind you, tired still, and he didn't really have a horse to travel on. His stead had been left at the family stables all those moons ago. Geoffrey would offer him to ride with him, but they both stood about the same height. It would make it awkward, and would probably give the little one a laughing fit. Turning his gaze to Cecil as he stuttered about still, Zander couldn't help but feel at a loss. He knew nothing of Machina. Sure the outside looked organic, and the insides probably wouldn't take any healing he would try.

"I have no horse," Zander stated pointing down to his well worn sandals. "I've either gotten a ride with a caravan of travellers, or walked wherever the wind takes me. Having my Seal Papers helps, everyone can use healing..." He tappered off there and looked again at Cecil. "Is there nothing I can do, to help you relax... Can you even sleep for that matter? Would that help at all?"

Geoffrey tilted his head, why wouldn't Cecil be able to sleep? Zander was a better healer than most he had met. Was he missing something. Tilting his head the other way he replayed the conversations going on, something about someone needing to repair Cecil. Mayhap he misheard, than again, he had seen all sorts of strange folk, so maybe this Cecil had Machina body parts and that's what was bothering him. Geoffrey shrugged.

"You can ride with me Zander," he told the other Myuran. "It'll look silly but I don't trust you on a horse right now. Ya passed out once, needn't let it 'appen again."

Zander scowled and let it go. He; however, couldn't help the grin when Amuné glared at him. He knew she didn't like him, and he had a feeling they wouldn't get along well either. She knew his family, better reason to keep her away so she didn't ask questions that didn't need answered. Turning back to Nymira, "Geo will guide us to the next town I guess... So, when do we leave?"

Geoffrey headed out into the main room of the bar, waving Bev over with the packed food and a scowl set on his face. Addressing her to take it out to the travellers cart, he sprinted up the stairs, heading for his room. Stepping inside he took a deep breath and scowled harder at his mother. "They'll be leavin' soon.. Ya sure ya can 'andle the Inn and da Bar when I'mmaway??"

"He was burning his papers," Olga ignored her sons question. His bow and quiver already laid out on his bed. A pack...packed with clothing and minor essentials. "I want you to keep away from town for awhile. Don't argue with me boy! When the town finds out we had a Magi staying here, one that [i]killed[/i] the mayor. Questions are going to be asked. I'll send word through the group when you can come back. No sooner no later." Olga handed him his flute as well. "Get! You been wantin' an 'cuse to see tha' world, get! Leave this old woman to man the income."

Geoffrey hugged her tight, and felt dread fill him. If she was talking about sending word to him through the Pirates that she once worked with, that meant things were going to get serious here. Hugging her tighter and listening to her wheezing breaths, he grabbed his pack and went back down to meet the group. His scowl leaving him as he watched the odd group try to get along.