Ellyn patted down her robes, an odd expression on her face. Yeah, she'd grabbed a bottle--she hadn't even realized.

Oh, there it was. At least, thanks to her family, she'd had a bit of experience with "what you did with babies". Though not usually this close--it was a spectator sport for her. Usually.

She pulled the bottle out, took the top off, sniffed the contents. Since it seemed like it was okay and not soured to her, she pulled a little bit of residual heat out of it--she was warmer than most humans, after all--and handed it to Tim.

"Ya might still wanna check it on yer wrist first. Don't wanna burn 'er," the pyromancer grunted. The milk was wet, she didn't want any of that on her!