Bowyetta smiled as soon as she saw the Repairman. While still a bit beat up, she was looking better than before, and seemed to have more strength in her arms, as she was holding onto Beepsumu’s hand. Her smile then turned serious. “Um, Mr. Sir… Bowyetta is much thankful that you have saved her. And much sorry for getting you into trouble. She was only wanting to be saving you. …Bowyetta is never wanting to be go backing there.”

The Repairman nodded, looking around. He felt now wasn’t the time to say he would have bounced back, even if he was the one to be under Smithy’s hammer.

“Well,” he replied, “thanks for coming back for me. And, yeah, I can see why you left there; he’s like the evil version of Santa Claus, isn’t he?”

Something seemed to occur to him. He dug behind his back and pulled out the smushed arrow from before, who was still out cold.

“Hey, Beepsumu,” he asked, “Any idea if the arrows can be fixed up?”