Cecil was hoping maybe Nymira might know a thing or two about his inner workings and maybe even give him some relief from a few problems he had to maintain himself. He didn’t know how much Nymira knew but he was taking a chance and hoping for the best that she might just know how to fix what would go wrong with him. Looking to Geoffrey first when he briefly interjected he gave him a confused stare, unable to understand what an aunt was still or why he thought he needed rest.  He didn’t need to rest ever, he was incapable of it so he didn’t know how he could constantly look like he needed rest. “I-uhhh…the blacksmithie…” he spoke lowly, trying to think about his words a little more before he looked off to Ethan, seeing that he was now heading off.

Hopefully the two groups would be able to find each other soon enough, he certainly didn’t want to have to wait around too long just in case those men really were out there somewhere. This new level of caution he was having to undertake everywhere was really getting to him and making him feel very strange inside like peace was just around the corner but kept dashing out of his reach every time he tried to get to it. He was feeling worried all the time if not for himself but the people around him. He couldn’t worry about himself, he was just a machine designed to kill and nobody could deny that.

Looking to Nymira at the mention of his request his face only lit up for a second before that disappeared as she told him she couldn’t help with those things. “Oh…that’s okay then. My shell is fine…” It wasn’t her fault so he wasn’t going to get upset over something that was never really there in the first place, it was just a means for him to wait and see if they ever see Norman again. He didn’t know what would happen if he was brought to an outsider, they might see him destroyed or hand him over to those men. So he would just be there to help carry the stuff, that was no problem. At least he would be helping with something rather than viciously destroy it. Looking between Geoffrey and Nymira he sighed lightly, feeling a little lost as he followed behind.

Cecil was fine quietly walking along with Geoffrey and Nymira, feeling a little disconnected to what they were talking about. It was very technical stuff, stuff that he wasn’t really familiar with. Their weapons wasn’t something he was very familiar with even if he was a weapon made by other organics anyway. Looking up to Nymira at the mention of his name he gave a simple nod before looking away again. There was probably not much she could help him with just now, artificial damage to his outer ‘skin’ wasn’t really felt by him. He would just have to keep to himself for this one and hope he wouldn’t screw anything up like last time and actually end up having to get shell repairs.