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[halfbrokenwings]

[Well, now that there was adventure-time with a strange black cat, Isabella was able to examine the necklace. She found her her dismay that the chain was broken- and more than she can repair on her own

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[angleofscience]

... With tools, I might have. Considering it's a quite thin, and, er... comparatively small chain, I wouldn't want to attempt anything bare-handed.

[And, this is with the current size-difference... That chain would have been positively miniscule if he was his proper size. Jetfire frowns slightly, rubbing his chin.]

A possession of yours? What happened?

[halfbrokenwings]

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[There is a smile for the thoughtfulness, Jetfire. Then there is a small nod.]

Yes, it was mine. A shapeshifter had tricked me. It pretended it was a normal black housecat and then gotten close enough to steal it. The chain snapped when it pulled the necklace from my neck.

[While a frown had started to creep upon her face, it's chased away as the corners of her mouth go back up.]

Jetfire, you are very kind to offer. I would not know where to find tools, perhaps the forge? But, there is an offer to fix it right now. If he isn't able, I would like to take you up on your offer, if I may?

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[angleofscience]

[The idea of shifting form in other beings isn't at all strange, since that's what his own species can do, but he knows how it works with himself. Organic beings, however... ought that not be impossible?

Breaking bones take time to settle and heal, and as far as he understands it, organic bodies just doesn't work like a Cybertronian's. But either way, the mention of a shape-shifter gets nothing more than a frown and a tilt of his helm.]

I see. Just like that? I hope you didn't lose anything if the necklace had other things hanging from it.

[He's relieved to see the smile come back; at least the situation seem salvageable.]

Mmm, perhaps. If your first offer doesn't pan out, we can go looking, but the tools there, if usable, might be too small for me.

[Jetfire's brief smile is apologetic, and his tone is cautioning; he doesn't want her to get her hopes up if her first can't help.]

[halfbrokenwings]

I have an, affinity, for small animals. I enjoy their company.

[The smile only changes briefly to one that spoke of her embarrassment that the cat could get so close and under her guard without her knowing.]

Sandrath had retrieved the stone that was attached. It seems to have suffered no harm in it's travels.

[She holds up the deep blue oval shaped stone. It too was set in silver, with a silver filled runic engraving at the center.]

This is very true.

[She just thought of something. Curiosity is such a damnable thing. Since these golems were made of metal-]

How do you repair yourselves, if it isn't too personal a question to ask?

[angleofscience]

[That she enjoyed the company of smaller creatures is accepted with a brief nod, but her further explanation has Jetfire frowning.]

He simply came upon it? Did he explain where he got it?

[Something doesn't seem right, here, but he doesn't have enough information to piece everything together. Her next question isn't so much distracting, as relegating the conundrum to a lower priority.]

For small injuries, such things that our frames can take care of itself, there are... mmm... nanites. Consider them miniscule inorganic beings which can repair us on a level not visible to your sight.

[The fact that he needs to make an attempt to change the explanation to be understandable to someone with less of a grasp on technology is both an interesting challenge, and a bit of a frustration.]

Anything more involving or major would require spare parts, the same that which needs to be repaired, and tools to do the work with. We have individuals educated in this practice. Medics.