There is a sleeping toddler in a basket beneath this tree now.

That is a very bad place for a toddler! She’s going to bring the whole basket inside now.

The toddler stirs a little but does not wake up right away, just shifts in her completely inadequate blanket.

...This is better than being left outside but she seems like she might still be cold. The servant (who totally has a name and it is Suni) thinks for a minute and then carries the basket into Mile's bedroom where multiple people are already cuddling under blankets and not asleep yet.

"My lady, I found a child in the snow and I thought maybe you'd want something to happen to her other than being left there all night."

" - Yes. All right. There's room in bed for a child that small."

Squirm. Yawn.

"Hello, baby, what brings you here on such a night?" Mile singsongs barely above a whisper, not really expecting a meaningful answer.

"That's a great question but I don't know because I seem to have amnesia."

"...Well. That's no good. Do you know if you're cold or hungry?"

"I'm not particularly cold or hungry, thank you."

"Well, you're welcome. You're so articulate for how small you are, do you have any idea how old you are?"

"Sorry, I don't at all."

Nod. Yawn. "We'll figure out what to do with you in the morning, for right now the only real choice is for you to stay where it's warm."

"I appreciate that."

When morning comes, there still isn't anything obvious to do with her, but at least it's not snowing and it's a reasonable time to talk.

She wakes up (again) when there's activity around her and sits up in her basket.

"Good morning! Remember anything today?" Mile asks.

"...I remember yesterday evening, but nothing before I woke up in your house."

"Mm-hm," says Mile. "Well, let’s get you some breakfast - what do you like to eat?"

"I don't even know that I do like to eat. Can I look at what you have?"

"Sure." Mile can show her the kitchen herself (the servants could also handle this but Mile is curious how it'll go) and also take the opportunity to say, "By the way, I'm Mile. I don't believe I got your name last night."

"I don't remember my name either."

Mile looks at her sharply. "I'm sorry to hear that, it sounds like the sort of thing I'd find disturbing if it happened to me."

"It honestly doesn't rate against having lost all of the other memories I may have ever had too. I can just pick a new name."

"So you can. What name would you like?"

"I don't know, what kinds of things are normal names?"