Tink finally ceased flying around Oswin in a curve and came to hover once more by the eyestalk. She giggled at the glowing outer shell of the robot and sighed with contentment.
"You're glowing now! Can you have happy thoughts?" It was a valid question. Tink only knew very little about these sorts of machines. She could repair basic machinery with her pixie magic, but nothing as great as Oswin. Nor was she completely sure wether or not Oswin could have happy thoughts.