Rutile flinches back from the child’s hand on instinct - gems can often be cracked or even shattered by the wrong physical contact with each other - but quickly regains control. “Ah, yes, I suppose,” they say - why the fascination with touching them, though, they haven’t the faintest. They pull off one of their gloves, revealing golden fingers with delicate striations, and reach out to show him - no need for the child to get his fingers all over their face.

While the child conducts his examination, they go on. “Humans are made of many different things,” they say. “Bones, and flesh, which is many kinds of tissue. It is impossible for anyone but the most clever scientists to figure out all of the component parts of such materials, which is why I suspect naming you is much more complicated. ‘Made of human’ is really quite an apt description.”

After a moment to think, Rutile says, “Given the circumstances, it is probably reasonable for you to pick a name, at least until we find someone who can name you.”