[She may have been staring him that way, but it was more in disbelief over just what happened rather than consider him to be some sort of freak of nature. Brought back to her senses, she blinks wildly at him, smiling reassuringly.]

Oh, n-no! It's okay. We found out why they want to comb your hair now, so it's not that weird.

[Except it is kind of weird. Very weird. She experimentally combs through one of her own pigtails, but nada. No jewels in her hands.]

...Maybe it's got something to do with your book?