There was - to a certain point - only one way to find out what this thing was made of. It's better her than them if this thing did turn out to be harmful. Lakshmi's hand lifts, raising up, and gently she reaches out, towards the figure.

Ghosts were nothing easy to deal with. But if they were incorporeal as they were made out to be, they had nothing to fear. She steps closer, moving near. Her hand directing for the mangled infant creature ( or whatever it truly was ).

"Something such. Or someone has just been a fool. A damnably stupid one."