Henri stayed in this position of leaning forward, his severed left arm moving on its own to lift a hand that hasn't been there for several moments now. Eventually, Henri's torso started listing forward and he let out a groan as his body, normally incapable of feeling pain, still hurt all over.

"Sounds like I'll have to pay up... I only have around 20 silver coins... Would my loyalty suffice? If you find value in having me on your side, anyway."

He slowly sat up straight, and the backrest of his wheelchair rose back up to its normal position, and he sighed as he leaned onto it. His hair, swept back and frozen leaning towards the right due to the explosion, a part of it on the left of his face had its length reduced, no longer concealing his lack of human-shaped ears. All that was there is an indented plate of steel forming a pentagon pointing down, with a notch at the top to secure his eyeglasses which, the left lens of it is also cracked.

His severed left arm, its hand grabbed his abruptly amputated right arm, and he swung it back to latch onto his shoulder, but a lot of parts are missing. "No, I figured I'll have to make do with more mundane materials, one of these days. It's fine."
Red-hot iron rose from within the depths of his body and started filling in the gap, as well as his missing right hand. It looked so obvious, this silver chunk on his body amidst the pale white ceramic. It amused him. "Scars to remember you by when this trip is over."
He probably needs to cover this up, though. This large hole on the shoulder of his coat surely doesn't look fashionable, right? These iron wounds would attract unneeded attention, too. He glanced at Ember and was about to ask if she could mend his clothes and loan a spare right-hand glove, but he remembers her current bout of nausea.

"Wait. How inconsiderate of me to provoke you into exerting your power. Do you want to exchange seats? It's leather. Comfortable. You can sleep on it. Well, actually, I just assume it's comfortable, I can't actually gauge for myself if it truly is."

"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.

"Right... There just seems to be a spell for anything, isn't there."

Henri watches as Ember looks like she's straight up reversing time with her spells. She looks like she's having fun. The rate at which she just converts some nearby foreign ingredients to tracelessly mix with his garments is particularly interesting.

As she finishes and urges him to give it a go, he immediately whips his left arm forward, the speed of which reaching a point where it causes a loud 'pop' sound. He reins his arm back to his side as he twists and moves the fingers of his right hand. It's all good, as expected, yet his mood is beginning to sour a little. His head turned only halfway towards Ember, his eyes pointed slightly left of the campfire.

"While I do feel grateful for this seamless repair that you've applied... Do not get it twisted. You're only repairing something that you damaged in the first place."

The corners of his eyes glowed a dim teal, and suddenly his eyes move independent of his face, giving Ember a side-eye. Still no eyelids, however. He brushed the left side of his hair, shortened as it were, and planted his left elbow on the armrest to lean his head on. An eye peeks between his fingers, expressionless.

"Even if in jest, I was imagining more on the lines of assistance or protection, granted maybe you're the least of all people who'll ever need it, but these stipulations feel like... It'll come down to something I'll inevitably object to.

Provocation as it were, it was still provocation by mere words. You reacted to them with action. Don't think you can strong-arm me into an unfair contract, into repaying you for fixing what you broke." A hint of spite in his voice.

He turns his chair to face Ember, and sits up properly. His voice reverts to something calmer. "If you're still truly pressed about when I barged into your room, possibly interrupted your work, you may call on me to assist you with whatever. Honestly, even if you're not, just, you know. I do find you attractive and intriguing, and I want to be a friend. That's that."

He then points to his shoulder, with his right hand. "For this however, I think we're even. No, in fact, we're less than even, but I think I'll just solve the problem of these damaged enchantments on my own." He then bows. "If you'll excuse me, Ms. Ember."

He then slowly rides away.

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Henri... The black-haired man on a wheelchair hears talks around Nanashi and the other passengers about looking for utensils, and ventures back into the shore. Something he most especially can help with, with his ability to sense nearby metals. As he rides across the sands, random metal objects get uprooted from the sand, and he leaves it for the other passengers to find later on.

Occasionally he pauses. Bouts of pain from his inner metamorphosis still linger.