The thread of a melody catches on Eruka's fear, making it dissipate enough to find her resolve. She pushes with her will, and somewhere inside the Mother of Invention, the tadpole bomb she's sent in will explode with about the force of a hand grenade -- though it is, of course, still just ordinary magic. Who knows how much good that'll do.

But she's not the only one clinging desperately to the Mother of Invention's side, she can see, and her gaze darts wildly between Peridot and Syrlya, uncertain of how she's supposed to best help here -- if she can help at all. She opts to cling stubbornly to the chassis as she can, for now.