Milly had the (well-deserved, mind you) reputation of being the sunshine of the group. You would be hard-pressed to think of more than one instance where Milly had gotten angry or upset with someone. It was fascinating, the way she always seemed to be happy-go-lucky. And a little irritating, if you were honest.

You were in the same boat as Wolfwood. The Eye of Michael had played around with your DNA so much that you were hardly human now. It had turned you, once sweet, into someone unrecognizable. Bitter, angry and too wise to the ways of the world to even consider behaving the way that Milly did.

However, as always, opposites seemed to attract. Milly, when she wasn't glued to Meryl's side, often found her way to yours. She was happy to chatter away about everything and anything - you were a good listener. At least in her books. Milly could always tell between your usual bad mood and when you were genuinely hurting.

It was a comical sight to passersby. Milly towered over you, casting a shadow.

One night, she found you sitting alone by the campfire, smoke curling around your face. She could tell that something was wrong. She sat herself next to you. "Gee. It's sure pretty tonight, isn't it?" She said to the sky.