He was silent a little moment, trying to figure out how to answer again. "My previous... I would replace it piece by piece. Not move from one to another. To take this one... I stood against some ents, with someone helping use magic, to make it all grow quickly. The new pushed away the old parts, until it was all replaced.

"And...." He looked to be trying to remember, frowning as he thought. "...Er...." A bit more of a frown, still uncertain. So many questions all at once...! He understood the curiosity well enough, the excitement of finding out about something new and wanting to know more... but the memories were from so very long ago, and had become entirely difficult to dredge up. And where would he even begin? But he may as well try, at least? "...My grandmother taught me to carve, I'm certain of that. But... she never taught me to create life for it. I don't remember who did that part, for the poppets she worked on. It may have been her... but...." He frowned more, still hesitant. "It could easily have been someone else, too. I believe it is simply more magic, though? It is a soul's strength...."

A glance back to Foulques, but... given what his friend didn't know and was asking about, he really ought to... not leave it there. Probably. "Our magic comes from living," he said. "So... why should it not follow that one could use it to give life, as well?"