The light effect works on Cornelia's sample, the rubber band ball blinking out at the same instant Cornelia's sample lights up.

Cornelia watches the effect. "Good to know. I've got some broken items, we can send them through."

Cornelia sends through some items, including an incandescent bulb with a broken filament, many bags of shredded paper, and two pieces of metal that were welded together and then broken apart.

Griffie attempts to mend the samples.

Mending, as applied to the oddly lightweight glass and metal device, removes the stains on the inside of the glass and repairs the broken filament within.

"You know, this spell takes a while to cast. You people are construct-crafters, do you have any music boxes you could play while I work?" Griffie asks.

"Specifically music boxes, or just music?"

"Oh, whatever's easy, I just meant I'm not trying to demand live music."

Cornelia taps her tablet, and classical orchestral music starts playing from no visible source. "Tell me if you want something different," she says.

The music is like nothing Griffie's heard before, at first shockingly so. They pause for a minute just to listen, but don't object. It's natural that distant people would have unusual music, and it's beautiful in its own way. They return to work.

The first set of paper shreds they attempt to mend form into paper with sylvan letters cut into it, reading 'paper test'. The second set forms into paper with a single, geometrically simple hole in it. The third set forms a torn half of a sheet of paper. The fourth set forms a sheet of paper with some glyphs cut into it that are probably letters, but not in any script Griffie's ever seen. The fifth set forms into five different paper snowflakes. The sixth set doesn't form into anything at all. "This was never one paper, was it?" Griffie asks. The seventh set forms a plain piece of paper. The eighth set forms a badly burnt and incomplete piece of paper. "Like I said, can't compensate for missing pieces."

The pieces of metal return to the welded state.

When Griffith and Cornelia are more than halfway through the Mending samples, Leonarda calls Cornelia.

Cornelia taps her tablet. "Yes, Captain?"

"Cornelia, I want you to make sure Griffith is ready for a subspace jump. I don't want any complications. And Griffith… that secret social claim of yours seems to hold true."

"I'm sorry to hear that, Captain, but thank you for letting me know. If you ever want to discuss the secret with me again, I'll make time for you, it can be difficult for some people."

Cornelia looks between the Captain and Griffie. "I'll be asking about that later, but for now Captain, what do you expect me to do? Griffith is made out of unidentified substances, producing unidentified effects, and we don't exactly have a spare subspace drive to test with."

"I expect you to do your job, Cornelia, and figure out how to check anyway."

"…I'll try, Captain, but you should have a backup plan."

Leonarda nods "I will. Call me if you figure it out."

Cornelia looks up at Griffith.

"Well. You mentioned some knowledge of things like subspace. I don't suppose that magic of yours can conjure a miniature subspace drive out of thin air?"

"I can't conjure complex machinery, sorry. Though if I were limited to conjuring from thin air I'd be having some problems right now." Griffie laughs.

"Anyway. I have knowledge of things which sound plausibly like subspace, but I really don't know much about subspace. Tell me more about it?"

"All right. So, one thing here is… imagine a creature living on a line, only able to move left and right."

"I am familiar with the concept of spatial dimensions. Is subspace higher-dimensional than standardspace?"

"Ah. Well then, that simplifies things. Yes it is. The relation between movement in it and where you come out in standardspace is… pretty complicated, and the whole thing is a sort of a maze, which is why we need a skilled navigator like Silvia."

"Interesting. Tell me more?"

"So, it is mostly empty except for the walls. The walls either refract or reflect light, and to any technology we have are completely indestructible. The jellies manipulate them though, and some theories say they built them in the first place. The position and types of the walls shape where you come out if you leave subspace, though that is more Silvia's area than mine. We use a subspace drive to enter and leave subspace, derived from examining the… we think maybe the remains of a jelly, but we don't really know. A lot of subspace tech is derived from examining bits of jellies."

"Well, that sounds to me like a different plane from this one. I haven't seen anything like it before. What safety measures do you and the other crewmembers use there?"

"Well, the ship itself is airtight, we need that for standardspace as well though. Most of the safety components are navigating, including not crashing into things, the same force that keeps us from easily shifting between standardspace and subspace keeps us from leaking through the higher dimensions of subspace, so other than during the moment of transition with the subspace drive that isn't a problem, and the subspace drive is built to keep us intact. The main concern here is that your exotic matter might interact oddly, putting either you or the ship at risk. I've taken some measurements, and you don't seem outside of tolerances, but… if you get left behind, that shouldn't be too much of a problem with your bubble. If you get deflected a bit, we have sensors that could pick you up. The main concern is if you are some unknown complication to the subspace drive. If we had a spare ship capable of subspace jumps, I'd put you on it and test it remotely, but… hm… one moment."

Cornelia taps her tablet.

Pheodair appears on the larger display for Griffith and Cornelia to see.