Jennifer
*He sat at a table and pulled a pin from his wrist. His hand was able to unscrew now.*

"Mine is older than many Apostles, it might be closer to dwarven make."
Eric
He opens a small portal, reaching in and taking a pack of miscellaneous tools from his Quarters, then places a jeweler's glass in his eye to be able to spot smaller details, taking a look at the hand, "You're regularly oiling this, correct?" He asks, not in an insulting way, just getting the more common issues out of the way
Jennifer
"Now I am, theres likely damage from when i had just gotten to Mundus. They didn't need much maintenance within the clockwork city, but now, it's more like any other machine."

*There seemed to be channels within the hand, powering gears and cogs which articulated the fingers. They had corroded considerably, lubricant wouldn't save them, they'd likely need replacement.*
Eric
"Oh my..." He mutters under his breath, "No wonder it's causing you issues. That's some heavy corrosion. I'm unsure if I have anything to your channels with, they aren't exactly something you can find lying around."
Jennifer
"Think of the channels like blood vessels. They fill with magicka, then move the cogs. They probably just need a good scrubbing, the gears could be replaced with anything."

*He frowned. He had let himself go considerably.*

"There isn't much of a difference between Clockwork and Dwemer mechanisms, but to my knowledge, the method of prosthesis is exclusive to us apostles."
Eric
"I doubt a scrubbing is going to fix this." He says, taking a closer look, "I'm honestly shocked you're not leaking magicka. I could try to make a temporary repair, but it wouldn't last long." He says, "A simple sheathe for the channels, made out of thin dwemer metal, but it will only last so long. So unless you have a Mazed Band lying around, you'll have to find a better mechanic."
Jennifer
*He laughed halfheartedly.*

"Sotha Sil's perfection... I only care about my hand for now. It'sq the most used, and most exposed part of me. Do what you need to."

*His hand was sitting on the table. The tribunal symbol was on the back of it. It seemed to have a welding mark on it, as though he attempted to cover the symbol but decided not to.*
Eric
"We'll need to move to my Quarters for this. I doubt Urag would appreciate me hammering out metal in his library." He says opening a portal, pushing the cage through it, "After you." He says with a fancy bow