The Brucolac growls at the inconvenience of waiting, hushes Ishtar, tries to stop Shamash trembling.

When he sees Saralegui, it's with a rush of relief so strong his knees almost buckle. Almost. He disguises it with a brisk step forward, walking straight by the young lord and into the room beyond, and barking, "Reul's armour. It's a long godsdamn story. I need you to take Sha—the boy. Shamash. Here." He leans close enough that the baby can be plucked from the crook of his arm. "Saralegui, please. I haven't the bodyheat to warm him up, shitssake."