"You know why I’m doing all this, or rather who I’m doing this for," Pansy answered as the fog of sleep began to settle over Hermione. "And what prompted me to help you doesn’t matter now. Sleep, I’ll take care of the baby until she needs to be fed again. Though, I’d like to call her something besides baby, have you thought of a name?" Pansy asked, and Hermione knew that in her next few breaths she’d be completely asleep. Despite that, she already knew her daughter’s name. She’d known it from the moment she’d laid eyes on her.