Fandaniel sets back to work with a frown. It's not that it's difficult so much as he's no longer sure some other part isn't going to suddenly give out and try to kill him.

"Only some?" He sounds disappointed, or something very similar to it. "A shame. How old are you now, for a sense of scale? What age was considered sufficient for training, or are you still undergoing it?"

Whatever he's doing apparently involves a lot of beating things with a spanner.