Soler comes back from Fourth Street after - hours, actually, having done his Calming Touch for the ragged orphanage staff till he ran out of it, performed one impromptu wedding, taught three people to change diapers, distributed the Goodberries to kids who were too hungry to look lively and appealing, delivered a hurried lecture on how to teach a small child to do a chore if they don't already know how, talked the impromptu-married couple into taking a set of three siblings instead of splitting them up, promised four people some silver to spend on food for their kids, and then gotten roped into doing his turn-into-a-giant-for-a-few-seconds trick to get a wayward moppet off the roof. But he is back that afternoon.

"Hello?" 

Liushna is hoping there isn't some Temple Etiquette she is missing because her people don't have temples.

"Hello. What brings you here?"

"On the night of the riots I got killed rescuing some kids and after I was raised I looked into it and was told they were brought here? I want to make sure they're okay." 

"This isn't the orphanage; if nobody claimed them that's where they went. I've just guilted a fair few people into adopting, though, so perhaps they're okay after all."

"Oh...I've heard some troubling things about the orphanages. I was thinking about using my delegate stipend to buy, like, a lot of bread, or maybe rent a cart and go shoot something large and edible, before I checked on any orphanages." 

"They'll take it. I suppose you couldn't really look after any yourself if they hadn't got wings. Though I hear there's an orphanage across the bridge that has a tiefling with wings. Doubt she can fly."

“I could look after a baby without wings—our babies don’t hatch with flight feathers—it’s just after they grew up and still couldn’t fly that there would be problems, yes. If there’s a winged baby at an orphanage I should absolutely go there.”

"I've never heard of a tiefling flying when they grew up either, but there's lots I've not heard of, your call. The intersection is Fifty-first and Phlegethon."

“I should at least try. Is that also the orphanage the kids from the night of the riot would have been brought to, or is that a different one?”

"That's the nearest one on Fourth Street; I'm sending most people who can take a kid to Fourth Street and they'll take a few off the other orphanages as they open up space."

“Okay, thank you so much. —Oh, and I was going to ask, I assume that if there were some magic affordable on a delegate’s stipend to give people wings or otherwise the ability to fly you’d have mentioned, but I’ve been surprised by so many things since coming here that I figured I ought to check.”

"Wizards can do it but I certainly don't think it's laundry circle."

“I’ll ask the Nethys guys, then, thanks.”

"Mm-hm, anything else?"

“Probably at some point, but not urgently. Thank you.”

It takes her a little while to find Fifty-First and Phlegethon, because street signs are generally designed to be read from ground level, but she locates it eventually.

The orphanage at Fifty-First and Phlegethon has a fenced yard of trampled weeds, which currently contains a twelve-year-old girl pacing with a crying baby, a couple of boys having a shoving match in a circle of enthused peers, two little girls shredding the surviving weeds they can reach from their corner of the fence, a toddler poking the mud, a six-year-old torturing a kitten they found somewhere to death, a girl braiding another one's hair, a boy picking at a splintered shingle on the side of the building, and assorted tiny ones in the one to three years range watching the fight or the kitten situation or the sky or the road or instead just screaming. The noise rising from inside the building is nearly as bad as what's outside.

Oh no.

The first thing she does is drop out of the sky too suddenly for the child presently torturing a kitten to prevent her from plucking the poor creature out of his hands.

”Were you planning on eating this?”

The children scream enough about her landing among them that it's unlikely any of them heard her sentence clearly. The shoving boys, distracted, pick up clods of mud in unison and throw them at her, yelling in a chorus with all the others. The kitten's gonna expire in her hand now if she doesn't stop it.

Cure Light Wounds.

She doesn’t have the cleaning-spell, but it’s not too expensive to pay a wizard for; she ignores the mud. If the children look any likelier to listen once they’ve got it out of their systems she can repeat herself.

Nope, she's got a little child-mob on her hands now, in addition to a kitten that is now very emphatic about its desire to Not Be Touched At All Ever No Thanks. Mud! Yelling!

The door to the yard from the building slams open. "What the shit has you all screaming like - oh Lord I mean Lady -" The orphanage worker is a fiftysomething woman, thin and short and stringy-haired and covered in oatmeal handprints, wearing a baby on her back and carrying a toddler on her hip.

Liushna gently shoos the kitten beyond the fence and turns to the orphanage worker and bows. 

"I'm sorry for the uproar. I was told there was a child with wings, here, and..." she spreads her hands apologetically. "I think it would go badly if I were to adopt one of the normal sort." 

"- come around to the door and you can have it!" exclaims the woman, slapping away a hand tugging on her dress. She stamps back into the building. Two children follow her in and three sneak out past her.

Liushna follows her. 

The child with wings has a shirt on, over his wings, but they're visible as lumps under it. The woman retrieves him from a room full of more kids including two more tieflings and a some-fraction-elf, all of them fighting over the "toys" (a fabric scrap, a couple of sticks, a crate missing one side with the exposed nails pounded down that some of them are hiding under, a rope of wooden beads). When he's been pulled from this seething mass the worker stands him up on the dining table, brushes him off a bit, and says, "Look, she's got wings, just like you, huh?" and offers him up. "We call him Roderic but obviously you can change it. Couldn't tell you how old he is, cambions are funny like that, but he'll grow eventually."