"I err... am on power restriction until further notice. So... no. I cannot lift the machine and bring it into me new room on me own."

Dolemeck turns his chair about and wheels himself towards the his old room in the mansion. The sewing machine was... larger than expected. It actually folded up into a table, and appeared to be rather fancy. He himself was red faced as he turned to the two.

"Here it is..." He looked even more nervous as he looked at the two. "I already managed to store it back inside of the table, so it should be a tad bit easier to transport, now. And while you two do that, I will go on a quest for extra blankets for Ilya... so I am not dead weight or something of the sort."