Shard looked at Oz skeptically, then shook her head.
"It sounded to me like he was saying this creature wasn't constructed at all. Rather, it's a...projection of a sort. A sort of angel or demon, but of law instead of good or evil. And that such creatures are all connected to a single mind that calls itself Primus, and it will feel the loss of this, and come looking for it."
She shrugged. "And that it has no feelings. Which appears to be false."
Hesitantly, Shard put a hand out onto 'Rusty' and frowned in concentration. The jewel in her forehead shimmered slightly and a soft, pale glow suffased her skin, passing into the 'modron' as she attempted to restore the creature to its undamaged state.
(OOC - trying a Mending cantrip, and if that doesn't work she'll segue right into a 1st level Cure Wounds, just to see if it works. If you take the CW, the heal roll is [roll0])