The bystanders won't notice anything but the clerics will; any moment that one will notice that he's never seen her before, that they don't have the right number of babies, and then a woman running with a baby will be suspicious. She runs two blocks, slows down as she rounds a corner, walks.
The baby starts crying. She is wearing stolen cleric robes and they are not designed for breastfeeding babies. A crying baby will draw attention. She needs somewhere to go take the robes off, then she'll be able to calm her down - she can't just shrug them over her head in the middle of the street, even if there weren't a baby in her arms -
"Baby be quiet," she coos, drifting automatically into melody, "baby be still, baby I love you, I always will - baby be quiet, and I'll show you the moon... baby be quiet, it'll rise soon -" She babbles her way through verses and starts making them up. For the moment it's keeping her from hollering. She will show this baby the sea, the woods, the desert, the Starstone, all of the previous things only upside-down, she will show this baby everything, what rhymes with "boat".