As she's working on her little dolls, a little floating lantern with glowing yellow eyes and a blue flame toiling away inside of it drifts over. Apparently it was drawn in by either the smell of fire, or perhaps by Agnes' flame. Its little appendages creak softly like bending metal as they move, and the creature twirls in front of Agnes. Excited, perhaps? This thing, whatever it is, is a spirit whose core is made of flame. Much like Agnes herself.

They also share a name.

"Agnes!" Gerry calls out. He's referring to his Lampent, as he hasn't yet recognized its namesake from behind. "What're you doing? Get back here."