"O-oh…" Miranda falters, not expecting that response. She searches for the appropriate words. "I, I'm sorry."

She worries her lip and looks down at her daughter as well. She sees her stirring and the little eyes cracking open. It sees she's awake again. She looks at Tielle and hesitates for a moment. "Um, would you… would you mind holding her? While I get her, uh, bottle."