[ The more he goes on about turning them into other stuff, the more freaked out they seem, shaking their head firmly. ]

Don't turn them into anything weird. Or anything at all— my inclusions are finicky enough as is...

[ They already have a super hard time being reassembled, so the idea of magically turning parts of their body into other things and risking never being able to reattach them stresses them out. There's a pause while they examine the pieces that he's collected from their seat in the boat, identifying what parts of them they would make up. ]

Just— leave them there. Those are all parts of the same leg. That means the other one is likely at my house already... if I just get that one on, coming back for these will be easier.