[She eases the parts and pieces from her hands and into Varian's. It seems there's just about everything required to actually get it working. Not that Cassandra would know. She's not an alchemist, or a mechanic.]

Really? [That brings some light back to her eyes. She exhales with relief.] Thanks, Varian. Really.

[...Ah. Right.]

It's something I'd completely forgotten about; it's actually part of a gift... from my mother.