"I'm not sure coin would be of much use in our current predicament.. Maybe as a raw material.. I'd be more apt to break with my normal rules on the matter, and take a 'favor' instead.  Not like I expect you to 'jump ship'." 

Ember made an amused chuckle.

"As for the materials, there's no real need to consider substitutions just yet--  Sure-- I might have broke you what good dahling, but it's not like the pieces simply vanished.  Silly boy, they just got shot all over. Not anywhere near the same thing-- There's so many spells made for finding 'lost objects' that it's an entire hall in the university library. In this case, a simple charm will suffice-- Being as the little mishap "Just happened"."

He made a self-satisfied, and amused pursing of his lips, before flicking the wand up and side to side, as if casting a net of invisible threads.

"Now then--  there we are..."

He made one more flick just above the broken shell of "Henri's" chest, then mere seconds later, small bits of white material came floating inbound wrapped in silvery clouds, discretely gliding into position like hauntingly animated puzzle pieces.  In a matter of moments, the "missing" pieces of the shell were replaced by a heavily fractured jigsaw of white shards, held in place by the silvery effervescent cloud. 

"Now then.. Let's see what we can do about mending it back up... You might notice some differences after the patching-- Without investigating the charms more deeply, this is just putting the materials back in place, and fusing them back together. I'll have to tease out that "Rat-nest" you have whizzing about in there later. But at least you wont look so tatty."

The faintest glimmer of light shone between the pieces, little sections at a time, as the disheveled mage delicately mended the small shards back into place, and pushed the offending iron bits back off, before deciding to use them as a kind of external reinforcement brace. The integrity of the patch could not be assured without fully delving the magic involved in its construction, and a simple, crude frame on the outside would at least help prevent radical fracture until a proper mending could be done.

Then, the shell patched as much as current circumstances allowed, he moved on silently to the burned concealing garments the doll was wearing, now fully within his element of expertise.  Myriad tiny threads were spun from the nearby organic filth on the beach, and woven perfectly and imperceptibly into the damaged fabrics, restoring them to like-new in mere seconds while ember hummed bemusedly.

"Now then-- I tend to be a stickler about favors dahling-- You don't have to pay up until after I fully fix this.... Fuckery-- but I expect no hesitation or backing out once it's done. I don't know what I will want from you, but I'll hold it in confidence until then-- No shirking.  Well?  Go on-- give it a go."

He leaned back on the footlocker.  He was glad of being seated. He doubted it would be wise for him to get up and walk around just yet.