"What is that?" There was a little over a week ago she would have been able to sense that it was a soul, but being human she could only pick up what her eyes were telling her. But she didn't dare touch it. Artorias clearly had experience with it. She wasn't afraid of it, she just didn't want to accidentally screw something up that was important.
"And... What's the deal with the coiled sword? Do you think it has some significance? Does it need to be straightened out?" Because the blacksmith tools were there. She could manage it, that knowledge wasn't forgotten. She was grateful for that. There were some details that she was finding herself missing with other things though. But it was a proper price for having her own heartbeat.