The arrow nodded. “Any friend of Bowyetta’s is a friend of ours too!”
 And he quickly scooped up the rest of the damaged arrows, neatly placing them in a pile in front of the two.

Beepsumu picked up another arrow, and continued speaking, though she seemed… Concerned. “A-anyway, that was when we found out we could travel between dimensions. We developed the mechanism inside our house to make it easier. We may not know exactly where we came from…” She trailed off there. “I-I’m sorry. I’m just… I’m worried. About Bowyetta, about her arrows, about you… We’re not keeping you too long, are we?”

“Thanks,” the Repairman nodded, grabbing another hurt arrow. He couldn’t help but smile at the fact he was now a friend to a six-foot-tall metal caterpillar monster.

“No, I’m fine, I have to do a bit of work around here anyway.”

He looked upstairs. “…I’m sure they’ll all be okay,” he tried to assure her, “they just need a bit of time. Maybe a fade to black if you want them to recover in a hurry.”

He winced before waving the welding torch up at the tiny fault he just made. Then it was back to fixing arrows.