He seemed confused, but that was ok, life could be confusing. Meira stopped bouncing around and looked at him, head tipped, wondering how she might alleviate his apparent concerns over whatever he was concerned about. Pinning down these emotions could be frustrating.

I am ten years, eight months and seven days.

She continued to watch him, trying to recall how to be a proper lady.

It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Parker. She dropped again like a bow, it was the best she could do in this form. My name is Meira, Daughter of Raphael, Bringer of Light.