[That’s an interesting thought. He takes another sip of water and turns that over in his head. Could that work? His brows furrow thoughtfully.]

I’m...not sure, [He says, his words soft and uncertain as he picks his way through all of the knowledge he has over his shifting.] The Black Lion is a marvel made by a race of beings that mix magic and science together into a seamless whole. It’s possible I could be repaired before changing back. I have in the past had rockets welded to my paws. It created slight burns on my hands.

That’s the extent of tempering I’ve done.