Hopefully, 'Ehmoiofthewhitelilytemple' really was 'Ehmoi of the White Lily Temple'. No apparent hereditary last name, though. That was odd.
"For what?" Trowa said, ignoring the naming matter for a while as he wrapped towels around there, too. Then carried Ehmoi away from the urine puddle and the blood spatter. Then decided to sit down again with his back to the wall. Putting a towel down where he intended to sit, Trowa put a towel over his legs and set Ehmoi down on top of that.
It let him keep rocking the boy, at least. More comfortably than in a chair.