Hannah just smiled slightly and bent down to her daughter's level, "You're okay, mummy is okay, don't fret now." she said, kissing her daughter's forehead. She moved to slip her hand into her daughter's, "You can walk for a little bit, we're going to go see the snow."
Olivia didn't seem too happy that she wasn't getting picked up immediately, but Hannah was doing her best to insure that the little girl was not spoiled.