[Gregor looks up, a little...surprised anyone showed up. He hadn't extended any kind of invitation, but...well, no reason not to share the custom. With her coloring, the girl might almost be Vor, and certainly has the stiff upper lip for it. After a degree of shuffling, he hoists awkwardly to his feet and brushes himself off.]

Whatever you want, along with a piece of yourself. Usually hair, since it grows back. Maybe something that smells nice when it's burned, like sage. Whatever you think suits them. Something you'd want to give them if you could. Something you shared.

[The charred remains of a child's shoe lie in one bowl.]

Or just...something that burns and a piece of yourself. It doesn't have to be complicated.