[color=D6CC88]"It's not her magic, it's what she [i]did[/i] with it," Amuné objected, and then flinched when the new Dimuran snapped at her. "It's not a racist comment! I never said anyone else was scary, just her! You didn't see it, there were these little lizard dog things like we ran into before, and then this great BIG monster with tentacles and it was [i]awful[/i]!" Her voice caught at the memory. "And it's not like she kept control of it, it nearly broke free, I could tell, and then it would have killed...." She trailed off with a shudder, not wanting to say more about that, lest her secret be revealed. Instead she rallied her nerve and glared up at the man. "It's not like it was a nice animal, wanting to help us. If Wyth went after people like those things did he would be bad too, but he doesn't, and he's a good boy. He only hurts people to protect me." She stuck out her chin. "But those animals were [i]bad[/i] and she brought them even though they're bad and that makes her scary! And [i]you[/i] are [i]mean[/i]!" With that she turned her back on him, obviously sulking. When they arrived, and old man with wild hair growled at them. But he wasn't so bad. Ethan was worn out, and Amuné squirmed so he'd put her down when he tried to carry her instead of just helping her out of the cart. She didn't reply to his comment about Cecil. Wyth was more than happy to let the man scratch his head, giving a great rumbly purr in response to the attention. He was still favoring his back leg, but his front paw had healed well enough to use. Amuné protested Nymira's directions. "I don't wanna rest," she said, her voice bordering on petulant. "If...if Cecil really will be okay, then there should be someone with him when he comes back." She moved to stand by the stretcher, though she didn't quite look at the broken Machina in it. "I'm going with him." She didn't really think he would, but maybe...no, no, she wasn't going to hope. He wasn't coming back. But just in case, she'd be there. Just in case.[/color]