She was running a little late because the baby had been hungry... She did what she could to make the girl happy and then spent the time necessary to make sure Emma wouldn't spit up on her and that her plain, black gown was wrinkle free. She looked comely even still, and her copper hair was thrown up into a bun and hastily pinned. She exited the room with the baby in the crook of her arm, awake and staring around, likely curious as to the world around her.

Iris took the stairs carefully so as not to fall, and stopped a few steps above where he stood. "I am sorry, but Emma was hungry. I am sure even God would forgive me for that lapse in time," she gave a slight smile and then nodded. "I am ready."