Iomedae, Queen of Heaven, Lady of Light, your humble and unworthy servant offers up her obedience to you this evening as every evening. Show me your will, that I might become your instrument in this world and the next. Purify me of weakness that I might one day become worthy of serving you. Through your discipline your will is made known and our souls are laid bare before you.

Pharasma, watch over Silvestre's soul. And Dolça and Ezequies and Zèfir's. And Felip's, the one who was Cèlia's first husband, not Meritxell's father. 

Erastil, if I don't make it out of this, protect my family. Make sure the harvest is good, and help them grow up strong and healthy, and please help Emeric show a bit more sense about who to marry.

Iomedae, Queen of Heaven, Lady of Light...

Àïxa Vidal, proprietor of the Glass Rabbit Inn, is not a good person, and she knows it. She's never killed anyone, at least not personally, but everyone knows the Iomedaeans get fussy about all kinds of things short of murder. 

Right now, though, she's wiping down the counter on the ground floor. Her toddler is sitting on one end of it. Every time he sees the bubbles in the water he starts clapping.

It's not so much a "mob" that forces the door open as a "group of three people." One of them has a torch, the other two have knives.

(Taís doesn't notice. ...Through your discipline your will is made known and our souls are laid bare...)

"You're the lady that sold out my sister to the diabolists," says the one in front, pointing his knife at her.

"I don't know what you're talking about, sir, you must be looking for someone else."

"Don't play dumb with me."

She glances at her child, just for an instant. The maid she sold out for primary worship wasn't even being subtle about it, if she hadn't turned her in she'd've just gone down with her. And then Ot would've been an orphan, which— she wasn't supposed to care about.

"I'm not playing dumb with you," she says.

"She hesitated," says the man in front, "get her."

(Taís does hear that.)

"Right, next is that fucking merchant bastard."

"—aren't we burning the place first?"

"And bring down the attention of every guard in the area? Don't be an idiot."

"Why did you even bring the torch if you weren't going to use it."

(On the counter, Ot claps his toddler hands at the torchlight. He's pretty used to people at the inn being mad at each other and then falling over.)

"They won't take us seriously if we don't have the torch. Come on, let's just get going."

"Should we do something about the kid?"

She should be doing something here, stopping them or at least trying to talk to them, but her legs feel like rocks— she can't even save a child from people like her but more Good— it suddenly feels very obvious that she's going to be damned—

"I heard the priests of Iomedae said to only kill kids if they're Hellspawn."

"Better to be sure though, right? Some of the Hellspawn don't look it."

"You've gotta admit that denouncing someone for worshipping Shelyn is the sort of thing a Hellspawn would do."

A voice from nowhere declares:

Stop rioting. Go home immediately. The primary temple of Abadar offers sanctuary for the night, for anyone injured or caught outside.

WHOEVER JUST SAID THAT IF YOU CAN HEAR ME THERE'S PEOPLE HERE WHO ARE TRYING TO KILL A TODDLER I'M AT THE GLASS RABBIT INN PLEASE HELP

"—Was that the archmage? I don't want to get murdered by the archmage, I'm going home."

"Does that mean we're leaving the kid."

"I don't care what you do as long as you're not getting me in trouble with her."

Two pairs of footsteps head towards the door, followed shortly by a third.

When she is very, very sure that they're gone, she peeks outside her door.

Living toddler! If it were one of her kids they'd probably be crying but she's heard city kids don't cry. Maybe it's something about the air. 

(His mother is very, very dead.)

She has no idea what happens to orphan kids in the city. Back home it'd probably depend on whether they were old enough to be useful. Even if she did have any idea, under no circumstances is she going anywhere near the city streets right now.

years left to make up for it in, but working uphill for certain

She is absolutely not taking a toddler home with her without asking her husband. She'd be wronging him, and wronging her actual children, and besides she couldn't care for another child even if she wanted to.

But if someone doesn't watch him right now, he might wander off into the street and get himself killed. Or more people might come to kill him for being a Hellspawn. He doesn't look anything like a Hellspawn, he doesn't have horns or anything, he's just a normal toddler.

She scoops him up and brings him to her room. She'll figure out what to do with him in the morning.