Sun Mote Copse My whole squad's in here, walking around the party

Joke's on you, mama. Alyx was like so many troublesome infants before her—any little lick of attention would only reinforce the behaviour. Alyx would prove particularly difficult because of this trait, for even negative attention was still attention worth receiving as far as she was concerned. A right little princess was she, in all but title, though that wouldn't stop Alyx from claiming she was royalty.

Niamh got her wish: her legs continued to kick and flail even when she received the attention she was seeking, if only because exercising her limbs that way felt good and right. Niamh was right that it would make her nap better, but it would also ensure that Alyx was on her feet at a ripe early age. Instinct told her to keep on movin' and getting stronger, so move she did!