Wilder was continuously looking over the creature, eyeing every part of his filthy, matted fur, but did not, indeed, detect any blood, bruising, or limping. Although he smelled like smoke and ozone, it didn't seem like there were any burns on his actual skin. Perhaps smoke caught in his fur, but nothing to be alarmed about. She relaxed a bit, the madness fading from her eyes. All was good here. But perhaps there was something else she could help with.

He seemed upset, after all, and physical injuries weren't the only thing she could help with. She tilted her head. "Machine? What do you mean broken?"

She followed him into the building, eyeing the massive metallic...thing in front of her. She opened her mouth to ask, but she was beaten to the punch. Her eyes flicked to the rat briefly and then back to the stranger.

He said something that made things fall into place - rebels. Ah...the rebels had broken the machine. She'd known that they'd gotten to Cassiopeia, but not that they'd caused enough havoc to break such a massive device, large enough to have somehow survived the many many years since the rebellion.

She frowned. "Well...what kind of power do you need? I can cast some spells, but I don't have any electricity magic unfortunately. Or...gemstones?" Oh, she did hope that he wouldn't need any of those.

Wilder listened, nodding and considering things. A valkhound...machine? A machine to automatically create valkhounds? ...Weird. But also dangerous. If the machine was somehow fixed, they could have a lot more potentially deadly monsters running around. Her eyes trailed over the broken Oilstone and an idea came to her. She could still help this one out, as she deeply desired to do, but also give the caves a boon. Write over their old, bloody history with some of their own.

She blinked slowly and then looked back up. "Okay, Mr. Mechanic. I can do that." Well...she hoped she could.

She settled herself down, folding her legs under he chest and closed her eyes, calling for that ever-present gleam of magnolet in the corner of her mind. She hesitated for just a moment, wondering if something like this would give the same feedback as the last time. A "failed wish", but this wasn't her reaching for some conclusion she was wrong about, it was an objective thing - there was no right and wrong about it. So she continued - I wish this machine receives a new power source that won't corrupt the gembound it creates.

She was glad to have helped and it seemed that nothing was lost on the machine, and the mechanic, by replacing the oilstone with skystone. Her ears folded back at the loud roaring of the machine, but she felt settled now, having helped this one out with his issues. She stared at the crucible, wondering what was going to be spit out of the thing. Surely not valkhounds anymore...

She glanced at Archimedes with a small frown - did he truly want to wring this guy out when he was asking for help? She, for one, had no problem turning around and leaving for a moment, opening up magical senses to grab for whatever was around - indeed, not far away was a purple banded jasper, brimming with life. Picking it up quickly, she returned it to the mechanic, stepping up close to the machine (a little closer then she really wanted) and set it down. "Will this work?"