Saralegui flinches at the hissed command, still not quite conscious enough yet to be monitoring his expression as carefully as normal. But he does move, tentatively reaching out to take the child with both hands.

He's never held a baby before, rarely even been within twenty feet of one, and it's embarrassingly obvious. Both hands gripping the little squirming thing under its arms, he holds it at a distance from himself. The Brucolac's appearance and trick with the fire should be holding his attention, but the child is trembling and he's distracted by a surge of quiet alarm.