Millicent was both relieved and more than annoyed that Miles had written Daphne. Relieved because it made Liam's mind easier to hear that he was coming home soon, but mostly annoyed that he couldn't have bothered to write his son. Or someone useful - like Draco who would probably have him home already.
Men! Or rather Miles. The man was almost as much of an idiot as the Aurors.
'Liam, why don't you go and play in the garden with Ella. You haven't ridden the dragon all day,' she said with a smile. 'Then you can show Daphne the dragon after I talked to her for a bit, ok?'