Omar
"I'd imagine he'd have his... Reservations about being close with others, especially one in his position." He says, placing the next sleeve into place, covering the location of the leak, "I've heard about what happened to Sotha Sil, when Almalexia went mad, attempting to save her power. It was a dark time for the Dunmer."
Susan
"It's been nothing but dark times since... Red mountain and whatnot. It's why I'm not too fond of the New temple, or anyone who blindly follows them."

*The leak was sealed now. It was about done.*
Omar
"The Daedra are dangerous. The Ashlanders knew this, Saint Veloth's teachings are quite good, if the New Temple follows his teachings I'm sure they'll be fine." He says, clapping his hands together, "You should be fine for now, I believe you know how to put yourself back together, because I definitely don't."
Susan
"The "Good" Daedra give us nothing but trouble I say."

*He took his left hand and rotated the dial around his chest. It clicked like a clock, the exterior of his body getting tighter until connecting with an affirmative click. It took him a second, but he eventually got to moving his arm again. It wasn't as stiff anymore, his fingers had the dexterity of his left hand.*

"And you said you weren't good with technology, said someone else could do it better."

*He was pleased with his work.*
Omar
"It's merely patch work. Not to sound like an echo but you should see about getting the channels replaced..." He thinks a moment, his mind becoming more active as he thinks aloud, "Perhaps a warding enchantment could keep it from wearing as fast, or resistance to magic... What would spell reflection do to it..." He paces a bit as he speaks
Susan
"I'm not too keen on leaving my arm or leg here for long."

*He smiled.*

"But I appreciate your work, if i were to get them replaced, a flexible material connected to an outlet line at the cogs work work better."
Omar
"A fair point, I doubt all the moving is very good for the brass." He says, "Perhaps a specially cured leather..." He's mutters under his breath and paces, but stops after a small amount of time, "I shouldn't keep you." He says with a chuckle, "You certainly have better things to do than to humor me."
Susan
"Not really, no."

*He put the white wrapping back on over himself, still feeling out the repair.*

"I'd like to see this little mask debacle through to the end, I dont plan on leaving winterhold until then."