[color=D6CC88]"She might let you -- seems like she knows most of it already.  If you two were close, you should have it.  Maybe they can copy it or something if they need what's inside."  She was glad he wasn't angry about her sharing a vision.  "Yeah, I'll remember this, and ask if I find someone.  ...I'm sorry it hurt you."  She could remember how he'd cried out.  Amuné was certain of that now.  "Sometimes they hit really hard."

Food was an appealing prospect, but any thought of eating was driven out of her mind when Nymira rebuked Cecil.  "No!  That was bad, /bad/ magic -- there was death in it!  If Cecil hadn't stopped it then you'd be dead.  He was really brave and now you're thanking him by saying he was wrong but he /wasn't/!"  She could remember the ugly color of the Varuna's magic, the way just being near it gnawed at her senses.  She couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through her.  "Why are you always so mean?!"

Cecil was already heading off, and the girl ducked away from Ethan and darted after him, with Wyth following at a more sedate pace, pausing to look up at the healer by the door.  It didn't take Amuné long at all to catch up with the Machina.   She fell in step beside him, slipping her hand into his and giving it a squeeze.  "What you did was really brave and Nymira is just a meanie.  Don't listen to her, okay?  You were doing your best and you saved her life and you were the only one who could have done anything.  And even you were hurt bad.  She should be thanking you.  I'm just glad you're okay now."

The girl looked down for a moment, letting Cecil pick their destination.  Norman's would be fine with her.  She'd eat later.  "I'm sorry I had to leave you all alone in the shop," she added.  "I didn't want to, but they made me.  I hope it wasn't too scary.  I wanted to be there so you'd have someone you knew.  But at least Mr. Norman was there, right?  He seems okay."  She paused and took a deep breath.  "I know you've said you're worried about keeping yourself working, and about it being a burden on everyone.  I don't see it that way, and I don't think they do either."  Amuné's grip tightened slightly as she tensed, the next words sounding awkward.  "I dunno if it helps any, but...I feel the same way a lot.  Like I'm no good and just causing problems.  So...so if you ever want to talk about it or anything I'll listen, okay?"[/color]