Mildmay arrives with a small girl in toe. The child looks almost nothing like Mildmay-- she is sharp-featured where he is not, spindly-- aside from the mess of red hair atop her head. It's rather knotted at the moment, Mildmay not having the fortitude necessary to hold the squirming child still while he dragged a comb through it.

When they walk in the door, she hides behind Mildmay, peeking out from behind him with wide eyes an entirely different shade of green from Mildmay's.

"Shy, Ally?"

"No." She frowns up at him.

"Then go'n play."

"I am." To prove a point, she marches triumphantly out into the playroom.