"And hadn't the time to answer more questions, I suppose?"

"She ran off halfway through to stop two of the children from fighting, and that's when the other person I was with suggested that we find a temple of Erastil."

"Who were you with?"

"Delegate Fernando Marti, only he didn't want to come into the temple with me."

"...huh. He say why?"

She shakes her head.

"Well, the boy looks big enough he doesn't need to live on milk any longer. Still, I imagine it'd cost at least a silver a day, to feed an extra mouth. And a few more on top of that, to pay someone to watch him, if whoever were taking charge of him had something to be doing during the day. And who has that kind of money?"

"...Well, right now I do..."

"...I guess I could take care of him while the convention's still going, but I'm not sure what I'd do afterwards."

"You're a sortition, right? Teleported here, probably going to teleport home again?"

She nods.

"They can take two in a teleport."

"...I don't know if my husband would be alright with that."

"Yeah, I don't know if my wife's going to be happy when I come home with three more kids than we had last month either but that's what it's looking likely to be anyhow."

...Wow, she really does not want to end up taking care of three extra children.

"...I guess I could probably think of something to tell him. If — if you think it's okay to do that to him."

"Can he read?"

"A little, same as me."

"Then you can send him a letter. Maybe get one back too in the time it takes this convention to wrap. If he says it can't be done - well, then you think of something else, or the boy goes with the other orphans."

She's pretty sure he doesn't read enough for a whole letter but he can probably ask his brother.

"Thank you, sir."

"Anytime. Good luck with the lad." He tousles Ot's hair.

Ot claps his hands.

Taís heads back to the inn with — her new son, apparently.