"Woah, hey Amuné, nice to see you too!" Ethan laughed as he was tackled, barely keeping upright as he gave her head a patting, "Yeah Cecil came back. He's downstairs and I'm sure he'd be happy to see you. And Nymira isn't mean, she's just uh... Blunt. Plus I'm sure she didn't really mean it." In fact he knew she hadn't seeing as she'd cleared things up seconds before he had come upstairs. It was obvious there was going to need to be some work done to make her comfortable around the others again but Ethan remained optimistic it would work out. Bringing Cecil back was the hardest part of today, monster dogs aside, everything else should be relatively smooth sailing from hereon out.

"We risk harming one another every time we fight, especially every time we cast a spell. Mine are fairly controlled but with Ethan I have to wonder sometimes," Nymira said, glancing towards the stairwell before looking back to Cecil, a smile playing on her pale lips, "And why are you expendable? Because you aren't made of flesh as we are? Excuse me for saying but that is an absolutely idiotic way of thinking. Someone took the time and effort to create you, and whatever reason that was for you exist, you live just as we do. Nothing that is alive, machines or flesh, is expendable. Life is precious in every form. So no... I cannot accept that answer from you. If there is risk traveling with you then so be it, I won't be dissuaded just because there's a small chance we may or may not possibly harm one another." Besides they had the foolish healer along for the ride now, so long as no one was blown up Zander could help them with any injuries. 

Nymira let Zander say his piece as well though Ethan had yet to return, curious what he thought of Cecil. The way he was speaking to Cecil now reminded her an awful lot of men back home, elders who posed questions that had no clear answer. In some small way it irked her that Zander would phrase things the way he had, as though he were toying with Cecil's issue like it was some curiosity. While his phrasing left something to be desired his message was sound, she supposed; Cecil may come to enjoy their company before long and not wish to leave, even if there was worry he may hurt someone in the process. Herself, Zander and Ethan all seemed to accept that potential and wished him to stay regardless, all that remained was Amuné's input. As though on cue the young girl and Ethan returned from the rooms above, Geoffrey notably absent from the group. Their guide was behind them in a moment's time, the sound of his flute drowning out the minstrel's, a barmaid taking up her lute to join in the song and the minstrel soon after.

"Well you're still here, that's a good sign! Glad you decided to stay with us Cecil," Ethan said with a beaming grin, looking down at Amuné who was clung to his pant leg, "I think someone else here is glad to see you too, even if she won't say it. Maybe after we get her belly full of something hot she'll warm up to you." Ushering his little Ydran to the table he pulled out Amuné's chair for her, grabbing her under the arms and setting down in her seat before dropping himself down into his own. His food was definitely a bit cold by now but his grumbling stomach cared little, food was food. Grabbing his mug he tried to take a sip and frowned when nothing came out, shaking it before turning in his seat. "Oh bartend-"

"No, no more drink," Nymira snapped as she pulled the mug from Ethan's hand. Leaning back as he reached up for it she flicked him on the forehead, rolling her eyes as he pouted and placed the mug on the far end of the table by her own things. "You've had quite enough, no one wants to watch you for the night if you get drunk. Eat your food." Sometimes keeping an eye on him was like watching a child, even Amuné was easier to handle for the most part. Speaking of her, the Dimuran figured she should try and make amends for her comments earlier. Going to Amuné's side she smiled as she lowered herself slightly, grabbing the girl's plate and holding her hand over it, "If you'd like we can get your food warmed, it's a bit cold now," she whispered, winking as a single spark formed under her palm. She wasn't too opposed to using magic really, she just didn't want to help Zander.