[Vögelein does not close the distance, even if she has to shout a bit to be heard; she's under a foot tall and if she knows little else, she knows she's very used to talking to humans and therefore pitching her voice loudly so that she can maintain a certain space.]

I am an uhrwerk - a machine made from interlocked gears, and made to resemble a faerie. But I'm a kind of one, I think.

[She frowns, deeply troubled by all the holes in her memory; she does know she's not supposed to be able to forget without having wound down. Despite not being subtly jointed like the rest of her, her face is expressive.]

Do you... wear a mask?