[ Although she will allow William to guide her in proper holding, Grell nearly immediately wraps her arms around the girl to settle a cheek atop her head. It leaves Abigail looking up to her father with some amount of dread in her eyes. ]

--Oh? Yes, surely.

[ But when she catches sight of the other going the opposite direction, she'll watch after him as it goes, her elevated mood giving way to concern.

Shoulders slumping with a quiet sigh, her gaze returns to Abigail. Forcing a softer smile, she affectionately brushes her fingertips along the child's fringe to right it. ]

Alright, beautiful, why don't we talk about things that make you happy? If I'm to give you a proper name, it should be something you like, hm?