[color=D6CC88]She looked up when Norman went to take a look at the Machina, feeling like she was responsible for his injuries.  Ethan placing his hand on her head distracted her, and she tilted her face up to look at him.  She'd completely forgotten about asking people for information on where her parents might have ended up, what with everything that'd happened.  As for whether she was okay...she'd need to consider her answer to that question, but she knew someone that wasn't.

"Norman?" Amuné called, waving the mechanic over as he headed back to his weird machine.  "Um...Cecil's head...."  Her shoulders hunched, guilt etched into her pale features.  "That's my fault.  I didn't want Wyth to do it, but everything was crazy and I couldn't stop him."  She dropped her gaze, unable to meet Norman's eyes.  "It's not...will he...can you fix him?" she asked softly, afraid that the answer might be no.

She sighed in relief when told that it wasn't serious, and thought about Ethan's question.  Was she okay?  "I don't know," she replied at last, leaning back against him.  "People keep getting hurt and nothing's like it should be anymore."  The girl bit her lip, looking at where the Muran's hands held the reins.  "I don't like it.  I'm scared.  And then Cecil...."  She frowned, shaking her head.  Something apparently occurred to her, though, because she tugged Ethan's sleeve.  "Hey, let me down.  I want to talk to Norman."

Amuné approached the cart where the mechanic was working on Cecil, hands clasped tightly in front of her.  When Wyth saw his girl was heading toward the metal boy, he got in front of her and snarled softly, wanting her to stay away.  Most people would be intimidated by a huge feline getting in their face and expressing displeasure like that, but the child just tried to shove past him.  "Stop that, Wyth.  I just wanna talk to Norman."  The moorcat shoved back to let her know he didn't like it, but let her pass.  She stopped a few feet away from the Muran, watching him work on Cecil.  When he finished, she stepped closer briefly, long enough to pull at the hem of his shirt.  "Mr. Norman?  I wanna talk to you about what happened."  She glanced at Cecil for a moment but quickly looked away again, her mouth turning down.  "If you know about machines and stuff, then maybe you can make sure it doesn't happen again."  The child shuffled awkwardly.  "Promise you won't tell anyone?  And you won't be mad at Cecil!"

With the man's word secured, she took a deep breath, and explained about going to help get the merchant's ship back.  She mentioned the pirates, and the bad men in suits with the demacite weapons.  "I'd gone to find Ethan, and I heard a scream -- it was Cecil, and when I got to him, he was kneeling, and his eyes were flickering like a dying candle, and he didn't respond at all when I shook him.  But then he grabbed me and he jumped through the roof and...and...."  Amuné shivered, hands curling into fists at her side.  "And he...he..."  She dropped her head, looking at the tops of her shoes, then screwed her eyes shut.  "He...went after the bad men.  It was awful, and he looked like he wasn't really there -- I mean his face, it was all...blank.  And he wouldn't let me go, and he just..."  She was obviously upset, but thought it was important to let Norman know about it.  "I was scared.  That's why Wyth went after him, he thought I was in trouble.  And after Cecil was mostly okay again, but...It was really bad and really scary, and I was worried and scared and I don't think he meant to do it."  The girl glanced up at Norman through her lashes.  "You're a machine doctor, can you help him?"[/color]