[ Looking utterly defeated, Grell sinks down into the couch. With the baby cradled protectively against her, she eyes William almost wearily over her glasses. ]

I'd found her yesterday evening. [ The child still whines, bordering on crying once more. Grell tucks its little head under her chin with a sigh. ] After reaping her mother, a poor woman with no family. If I'd left the child, she'd have been left holed up in that dump for days, at least. She'd have died, for sure, and--

[ Teeth pressed into her lower lip, she dreads speaking of it further, because she's just certain that she'll be made to give her up now, anyway. ]