Aurelia stares at the creature, head tilting slowly as she considers it, slowly striding up to them as she breathes out a cantrip to detect the magics powering Chirithy. Strong enchantments? Divination? The taste of clouds and ozone, strong and overpowering, fill her senses as she waves it away. "Aurelia Sharr, Master Necromancer." She introduces, leaning down slightly to peer closer.

"It's simple magic, relatively. Inefficient. You contain far more energy. What manner of being are you?" She's hoping it'll introduce itself as a poppet, her gaze intensifying in anticipation of a response as Chirithy gets a good look at her fangs. If beings from her home world are arriving there could be a chance...

All the while she strangles her hunger, her mental grip encasing it in ice as she pushes away the inclination to simply pick the little rag doll up and sink her teeth into it and rip the beating heart of power out of it. How curiously dense it is, she can't get a good read on it.