Calael got to work on the clock. A kit of tools was laid out across the table along with an old dusty book he had acquired from the library Elisheva had granted her children. It was hours of work tinkering around with the gears, moving what had fallen back into place. Several trips back to the markets of Crafthold were taken in order to find missing mechanisms that didn't exactly belong inside the clock but still fit.

The demiangel only hoped they would last as long as needed. Afterall, clocks needed routine checkups. Maybe someday a professional would come around to actually take a look at this. Cal propped his doll up upon the table and set it so that it watched him while he worked. With his jacket over the top of the work space as well, he got to work once again.

A rag was brought over at some point to wipe grease off of his fingers along with whatever built up within old, unmoving clocks. The second doll, the one that bore a resemblance to Est, was very carefully worked around as well. As the ghost-girl had asked, Cal did what he could to avoid touching it, which meant he wouldn't dare disturb the resting toy. Even if it was in the way at points, he put in some extra work to instead move the clock with great heaves and pushes to work on the other side rather than simply move the tiny obstacle.

It was a rigorous and taxing operation, one that kept him up far longer than it should have, but Calael kept telling himself it would be worth it. He made the promise to fix it, after all, and he felt a great and hefty responsibility to see it through. Even if the house was commonly cold and remained that way so long as Est lived within it, Cal worked up a sweat over the time of shifting and cleaning inside the time-device. By the end, Calael needed a change of clothes and several chilling glasses of orange juice. With a hopeful turn of a the back dial to trigger the ticking, the demiangel found his work had paid off.

The clock ticked, and the clock tocked. The minute hand went on in time and once he calibrated it according to the sun's positioning over Crafthold itself, it was finished. With the tiny Est doll still within the glass chamber, he closed it and left it for Est to find. He cleaned up what was left and grinned at his own doll. "Not bad for a first time, eh?" he chuckled to himself and threw his coat over his arm. Even if the clock's ticking would alert his housemate of its new resurrection, he left a note anyway, just to be certain she noticed it.
(Calael Elisheva)