Elvira/Violet.
For all the effort that went into this arrangement, Elvira Treveil could never imagine herself as a mentor let alone a mother (unless it meant solely to follow in Vera Thornton's footsteps). Being surrounding by children was not a vision most had in store for her. Yet here she was.
A small band of children huddled around her. The one who appeared the oldest, or at least the tallest, tugged at the hem of the holy knight's dress. Unaware though they were of her available magicks, the orphans had brought her their worn toys to play with: a teddy bear stared limply up at the fighter. (She could offer to Cure it. What was needed? Thread, needle, bandages to wrap the fake wound?)
"We'b been playin' tea party, miss," piped up the smallest in her mumbled slur.
Their tea setup was nothing like what the women enjoyed earlier. A patchy blanket was spread over the stone floor and the children sat with their toys on pillows to form a circle. They seemed to have cleared a spot for her and one other to join. "Feldwebel, I think they want to play with us.," Elvira called to the woman beside her, keeping her voice bright as she turned to the only other fighter of the bunch, "Or if we can find something to fix these toys of theirs—well."