Felixa felt like a strange mix of a small child, excited woman, and amazed careful wandmaker. Unfortunately for the second part, Emil may as well have been a tree as far as that was concerned, except that trees were more useful to potentially be held against if Marek were at full health. But as the joy turned into a secondary focus. Oh it was as strong, but the witch was thinking like the wandmaker she was, which respected each scale on the chimaera's body and treated it as worth more than its weight in gold. Oh it definitely was.
The bounty hunter - or whatever he wanted to call himself - asked a question that earned him a nod. Felixa wasn't taking any risks to the scales. And treating them right took time. It was why she had eaten so much earlier in the day, so as not to need to eat at dinner and delay this. But yes, it was many hours work.
His comment 'Let's' take care of it, implying 'let us', implying he would help her remove the scares, brought an initial spike of alarm, but the witch was calm - as calm as being overjoyed on the best day of her life could be. "I can show you how to remove them carefully. However, it will take many hours, and if you do not wish to help or cannot be delicate enough," the witch did not doubt his raw power, but it was not power that was in question, "I have money within apparition distance I can access." No matter how many hours it took, the witch would rather expend the effort herself than have someone ruin even a single scale. So it depended on how varied Emil's skills were.