[color=D6CC88]Amuné had left out the fact that the people Cecil attacked were dead.  And she'd left out the part about his maybe-vision.  She knew how she'd feel, if someone shared the nature of her gift without asking her.  But she'd needed to tell Norman about the rest, it was the only way the Machina could get better.  And she didn't think he remembered all of it, since he hadn't seemed like he noticed what was going on much.  The mechanic dismissed her and she shuffled back to Ethan, though her attention kept straying back to the scene by the cart.  Expression a mix of concerned and upset, the girl slid her arms around Ethan's waist, not saying anything for the moment.  She was shaken all over again after remembering the mess back on the boat, and she needed the reassurance that everyone was still okay.  Well, except for the pirates...and the men in suits.  Amuné shivered and made a muffled noise, burying her face in the Muran's side.

Wyth pressed his head against her back, trying to reassure his girl in his own way.  She was away from the dangerous boy, and she'd eaten that day, and she had people to help look after her if she needed something the moorcat couldn't do.  For the most part, she'd been doing better since they'd met these people.  Her fur was more orderly, and her mood had improved, among other thngs.[/color]