Mirana of Crims is a lunatic.

Those were the first words to enter Tarrant Hightopp's mind as he began to spend more and more time with little Mirana. And they were entering his mind now- in a different form- as he watched her float around the kitchen, finding different ingredients to help his wounds. She mumbled to herself and backtracked to look where she already had, then cursed herself when she realized it. He smiled to himself when her gracefulness gave out and she tripped over her dress and- immediately after- a divot in the floor, making her drop and break a glass jar full of the last of the Jabberwock blood. He giggled as she bent over to pick up the pieces of glass, but slipped on the liquid. He walked around the counter and found her sitting in the oddest of positions. She had her back against the cupboard, her legs were slightly spread to keep her sitting balanced, and strands of hair covered her face. She blew at them, making them go aflutter and fall back into place. I laughed again.

Mirana of Marmoreal is a madwoman.