Arella quieted, thankfully due to Izzy, and Millicent offered a smile to the woman as Arie became comfortable against Mill's arm, her pudgy hands rubbing at her eyes from time to time.<br/><br/>Millicent gently pushed the glass of wine from in front of her, not a big fan of the substance; she preferred her own concoctions, and the wine did not factor in.<br/><br/>Her free arm reaches out, toying with the stem of her water glass, head lowering to speak in a low tone, "Izzy and I met long ago, when the Dark King came to her town. I was sent to take his soul. I don't know what happened, although obviously we made it."<br/><br/>She clears her throat now, looking up at Izzy, and attempts a subject change, "the dress...I do owe you a new one, maybe shopping tomorrow? Arie needs new clothes...she...doesn't have much. We kind of..."<br/><br/>Millicent's voice trailed off as her daughter's head slid down her arm; her free hand instinctively turned palm up to catch it. Arella was nodding off, and mumbled softly against her hand.<br/><br/>Now with a hushed vocal, Millicent states, "I'll get her to bed, please stay and get to know each other." Carefully she wrangles her body upward, allowing Arella's limp body to rest against hers as she stands, then cradles the little one in her arms.<br/><br/>Mill softly leans down behind Izzy, kissing her cheek, "I'll stop by the shop tomorrow, we can talk then and catch up hm? Shopping too, if you're up for it? I'm so happy you came to New Orleans!"<br/><br/>She moves slowly then to Solas, also offering a kiss to his cheek, "thank you for the evening, and for your kindness to Arie. You've given her a new outlook of the world, for that I am greatful."<br/><br/>Smiling as she leaves down the stairwell, Millicent holds Arella close to her chest, the girl's face burying against her neck.<br/><br/>The crowds unruly, noisy and most drunk, Millicent carefully dodges them and crosses the street, thinking to herself that tomorrow will be wonderful, and now that she has Arella whole again and Solas occupied, hopefully he will leave them be.<br/><br/>Sure, he's cute and well mannered, however he's done nothing but cause her trouble, and his stature of expecting her to hunt his food, mess her couch up and act so bold, mixed with his cold and carefree attitude is the typical man. He is nothing more than a Fallen that chose to become like everyone else.<br/><br/>Nothing would change that, she knew, in meeting many. Mill opens her apartment door now, pushing it closed with her right heel, shadows slinking up to offer a hand by locking the door.<br/><br/>Quietly she moves to the bedroom, tucking Arella in after taking her tiny shoes off and placing them at the foot of the bed. Mill kisses her cheeks, then forehead, speaking softly to the slumbering little one, "dream well, angel, love you."<br/><br/>A window check to make sure they are locked, and the shadows take their guardian posts at each sill, then the bedroom doorframe as she leaves it.<br/><br/>Mill kicks off her flip-flops, tugs her hair from its ponytail, fingering it straight again as she falls into her leather couch. The room still dark, she props her bare feet up on the coffee table, facing the entry door, to watch over it.<br/><br/>Sliding down, she stretches, arms falling on top of her head, closing her own eyes for a rest.<br/><br/>She will need to hunt and feed before dawn, as Arella also requires blood, and Mill is the direct provider; she groans at the fact she must do what she detests in hunting, but knows it best for Arella's sake. Knowing her silly munchkin, she will wake with a ferocious hunger.