[feather safely stowed, back safely turned, Antigone pinches at their brow, picking and pulling at the skin briefly in a way unbefitting its fit on the skull. it goes back into place seamlessly before turning around to return back outside.]

I don't know how to do that. Did I mention I'm not an artificer? And before you scowl at me and say "Learn," it's not like I can snap my fingers and magically make that happen.

I tinker. At best. And these are... [a beat. they shrug, unable to come up with the right analogy.] I don't know. If things like this exist where I'm from, I've never seen them before. So I'm starting on the ground. No, under the ground, in the bedrock, you know?