Maud: In my Magic Room; I’ll take you there!
Meemya nodded, carefully picking Opal up, who tried to nuzzle him, but only maned to wiggle her ears. “How have you been feeding it? It gets energy from repairing dead, broken, and decaying organic cells right?” Meemya asked.
Maud: Mmmhmmm…
"Before I faked my death, this one professor I knew said he kept his fed by amputating his right foreleg off and sleeping in it every night.
Maud: I use other things…
"What?" Meemya asked, a bit paranoid.
Maud: Just things I find. Come on, let’s get her fixed up.
Meemya nodded, following Maud. He held Opal carefully as he walked.