[Until her familiar, gnawing on a bone under the table, suddenly raises its head with a confused whine and starts pawing at... well, where it's ears would be if its face wasn't mostly skull.
Alarmed, Sieglinde turns with a near comical gasp, quickly taking her fingers off the clockwork]
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Alarmed, Sieglinde turns with a near comical gasp, quickly taking her fingers off the clockwork]
Isengrim, I am sorry- !