He looks up at Fever, startled. The little poppet he's created looks up at her as well, or at least it seems to. It doesn't really have a face, but a broad dry leaf is above its 'shoulders', the edges curled back to almost-sorta-kinda resemble a mask.

"I think so, too. It is not so smart on its own. But perhaps it could be useful somehow?"

There's a moment when he realizes that describes himself too, and he lets out a halfhearted laugh.