[i]"Because you aren't made of flesh?"[/i] Zander's ears perked up at that and lifted his gaze from the floor. So that was the the final nail in the coffin for that. The lightning charged fist, the refusing help where normal flesh would have been burnt from the Vazra beasts. His feeling of being expendable, or maybe it was a turn of phrase from Nymira. Zander looked at the Dimuran trying to gauge what she truly meant by those words. The gauntlets would make sense if he was a machine, but wasn't that such a far stretch, an abnormal leap to make from what he said earlier? Cecil, to Zander's eyes, acted very "people" like, for lacking of a better term. He showed emotions, showed them well like anyone else. Not like the Machina that he had seen in other towns, or even at other inns or shops. Automatons. Lifeless with just a touch of life to them.

He grinned at Ethan when Nymira cut him off from ordering more ale, and Zander actually felt cheated from a good show if their leader would just drink. His mind turned back to Cecil, his gaze locked on the younger, almost as if sensing it he could see Cecil fidget and decided to give the smaller a break and looked away his thoughts running wild. Opening his mouth to voice these words he stopped when Nymira used a small bit of her magic to warm the food, and couldn't help but laugh when Amune pushed herself away from the table at the act. He kept laughing when Cecil went to help her and watched his movements closely. Perhaps he had just misunderstood Nymira's words. The music and the chatter was possibly making him hear things. For now, he'd remember that phrasing in the back of his mind and keep closer tabs on Cecil and the others. His laughter turned to chuckles when others turned to look to see what the youngest of the group had shouted No about. He went to raise his voice when he heard Geoffrey's call out.

"Ethan," Geoffrey called pulling the flute from his lips. "Can' get 'er to eat 'er greens again? Mayhap the grand lady shou'd try, eh?" Zander looked at the flutist shocked, and Geoffrey sent Zander a wink. He had been paying attention to their group and doing what he did best, or at least tried to be his best. Draw attention away from what was really going on. Zander chuckled more at this and couldn't help but add to it.

"You should eat the food Amune," Zander grinned at the girl on the ground. Cecil backing away from being helpful made Zander chuckle more. That, was almost a Muran thing to do. Help but think better of it with that blasted beast by the Ydran's side. "Might helpo you grow stronger."

Zander's eyes followed Cecil out the door as he used the excuse of needing air. Calling out to him though, "Don't think of going to far, Cecil. I don't think Nymira would appreciate her companions trying to travel on their own." He'd leave that, at that and went back to staring at the ground. He had a lot to think about.

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After Geoffrey had called out to the group he grinned when everything was being handled and bowed to the minstrel and the lute player waiting for one of them to start the next song. He'd have to ask Zander what happened later, but grinned as his bed partner seemed to be laughing and letting down a few of those walls around his being. Before the next song, Geoffrey looked at the barkeep and motioned to their table. He was playing for free after all, might as well get a few extras out of the stingy man.