*sharply* I didn't hurt her. She's fine. *shifts the baby very carefully to one arm so he can shake out a handkerchief and wipe his face with it, gritting his teeth* And her name is Liltëas.
Thought 'nairë's text said the kid was a couple weeks old.
*with a curt nod* She is. She was born on the twentieth, I think. *half-mumbling to himself* So it's not normal. Not that you're the authority on, well, anything. Cootchie...what?