Loukas smiles broadly. "This bodes well."

Turning back to Midnight, he asks "Is that a real bow?"

Assuming Midnight looks at Lief with the magic gaze, she sees a watchspring where the heart should be. A spectral hand, nearly translucent, keeps winding the spring tighter and tighter, even as it uncoils to drive the gears of the body. She sees the spring release fully, and the body springing into motion.