"Alright," she murmurs. "Make it up to me by helping out around here. Don't mind the three-eyed crows, they seem to like it here. Those are magic and seem to want to keep me company. They'll want to get to know you as well, so just let them inspect you and don't raise a fuss."

She tinkers around for about an hour or two with the arm, laying spells down delicately until the illusion is right and the nerves connect properly, then she's done and inside making coffee.

"Tea or coffee?" she asks, either is easy.