"Hm..." Souls and memories aren't the same thing - Alexandria has demonstrated that all too thoroughly - but that's likely a distinction too far off in the weeds at this point.

Eula catches the lip gloss - such as is left of it - with the hand pinching the needle between two fingers. They make a face, before setting the gloss aside. "Aye, that's seen its share of years," they agree. "But for that to be the only thing rotted... There's a smell of dust to the blankets, but no worse than something that's been in storage for a few years. And the needle kit had not even that." They got a good look at the bits and bobs while Malos was gone. Pyra seems stuff enough to sew up, now. "It doesn't seem like anything the vessel would have done - machines want not for comfort - so it was something human, or close to."