[Warehouse Clinic]

Kestrel just watches him remove the garments. Let his foolish pride trouble him and slow him down. Unlike a waiting living being, it is perfectly still.

Then it is moving, gathering pieces it needs: motors, actuators, wires and grippers and pressure sensors and tension-fibers.
Needles with chemicals to lessen the pain, knives and bandages for opening the flesh to attach it. A hissing sterilization rig is set up, and the machine approaches the figure laid on the table.

The flesh has to be cut into to reach the nerves. The bone has to be nearly reached to make the arm properly resting on what's left of his shoulder, part of his skeleton. It is bloody, excruciating, and will take a while to heal.

But it's not that simple, is it? The demonologist's body is flowing with demonic energy, and this is dead metal and plastic, quite susceptible to corruption.