Xingchen, understandably, can't tell what these supposed 'dolls' are, but he can feel that sense of death that Wrath points out. Which, again, shouldn't be possible if it is just a fabric doll.

But then he thinks about a certain cloak in possession of their party that has a spirit attached. It's probably not the same thing, but surely it's worth bringing up -

Ah, but then his dear older sister gives him a warning. For what? Xingchen doesn't have time to ponder it, only has the time to anticipate...something. And that something comes rather quickly, bumping into his unsuspecting hip, and down he goes, catching himself on a knee and a hand.

Oh. Oh. He was the distraction! Right. Got it. As she 'helps' him up, he dutifully plays along. "Thank you, A-Jie. I'm so clumsy today."

Then, in a quieter voice meant for this mismatched party, "Could the dolls be possessed in some way?"