His nose wrinkles.

"Human remains," Maybe a stretch - but spirits are attracted to the trappings of life. Mortalitasi bind plenty to bone alone; should hair be any different? "Hope there's none in the stuffing."

Under Vega's hand, the pages detail a hard, porcelain construction. Cedric's still making a face, thinking of little baby limbs all wound up in cloth,

"Don't know where she got the thing, but we can't let her keep it."