It turns out that the new arrival... is an inexpressive human child, with irregular bangs and brown hair that's not quite shoulder length. That's... fine.

Thanks in part to his actively reminding himself every day to remember all the good times and not focus too much on that one murderous moment, the skeleton is only a little tense about the eerie calm of that face. When she lets go, he only backs off just enough to provide a space for her to push on and eventually clamber into, staying close enough to reach out again if she slips.

"I, uh... I may still be working on an impressive musculature, but I can surely help pull you a little further out! If you like."