This elicits a small hiss, but little else; the baby is scooped, and Blair doesn't attempt to extract his wrist from her grasp.

"Good luck," he says, with the air he'd saved in his lungs, and then he can take the little creature inside for her very first bath. "Might want to move her for turning. Noise."

And that's about all he can say on his air, and then into the house he goes.

Yvette was doing some twitching and whimpering and whatnot during the, uh, extraction, but the biting elicits a short, high pitched shriek. Wow is she awake, she is so awake now, holy shit how can there be that much pain in such a small location!

Yeah it's ah gonna be worse.

"Shhh, you'll be okay, our daughter's okay, you're okay," he says as he unceremoniously tears the impromptu binds to take her away.

Is she going to be okay, does she need more venom, he is also not breathing due to the blood right now but he can still bite.

Her heart's still beating, and she's animated enough to sob brokenly into her husband's shoulder at the white hot burning impossible agony that's spreading oh god it's spreading she will feel like this everywhere. No more shrieks come, just sobbing.

She's probably going to be okay. More venom is also likely to not be a bad thing, though, even if she doesn't feel like it in the short term.

Yeah once he sets her down he can add some more venom just to be sure but—heartbeat is fine, even if she's—she's—open wide like that, he can see her insides, he should not be able to see her insides, he feels the urge to hyperventilate even though he is a vampire and this would solve zero problems—heartbeat's fine, she's bleeding, she'll be fine—

She is mostly just bleeding and sobbing and whimpering, but eventually words do come. They come all at once, in a steadily increasing whine from whimpery sobs.

"—Fucking, fuckity, fuck, shit, damn, ow—why does this much pain even exist!"

—okay. Good. This is—this is good—she's alive, she's gonna be okay, he can hug her now and wait until her wounds close and hug her more—she's gonna be his forever, it will be okay.

"This is illogical and stupid and I hate it!" she continues, and then with that very important declaration made, she breaks off into more pathetic sobbing.

"I love you. I am so, so sorry this is what it takes. I love you, I will love you until the end of my days, we will be together forever—"

That breaks her out of sobbing! Hooray?

"Oh shut the fuck up, asshole! Forever's not a fucking comfort to me right now! Acknowledge me when I scream obscenities at you instead of getting yourself stuck in a comforting 'I love you' loop!" She hisses a pathetic whine through her teeth and then continues, "Why am I not unconscious why is everything still burning, why is this, why is this like this it's so dumb why does it have to hurt I could just be asleep for the change!!!"

"—painkillers? Maybe? I don't, don't think it has been tried, maybe we could get something to knock you out...?"

"I am complaining at the structure of the world more than our garbage medical science, but SURE! Use your goddamn wife as a science experiment, that is what a loving husband would do right now!"

"I don't know if you mean that!!!!"

"THAT MAKES TWO OF US!"

"I—will, then—I'll be right back—"

He makes it about three feet away from her, then:

"Wait, no, nononono come back it's probably too late now it's definitely everywhere you are not leaving me alone again so help me I will figure out a way to strangle myself with my own clothes!"

And he's back and hugging her again. "Shhh I'm here, it's okay. Uh, Blair?" at a pitch she can't hear yet, but loudly, "If you're in earshot can you grab whatever best painkillers we have?"

"Yeah, sure, hold on."

He shows up! With painkillers!

"Aurene's doing well. I think. She took out the jugular of a bird I caught for her."

Yvette is apparently feeling sulky and quiet and sobby for right now. So. She's doing that instead of shouting expletives.

"Here, love, take these, I don't know how much they'll help but..." To Blair: "Thank you, brother. How... is she, otherwise?"

"Uh. Bitey?"

Yvette cracks open an eye to inspect the painkillers and give an unhappy whine, looks for a few seconds like she wants to spit on them out of sheer spiteful principle, then obligingly opens her mouth for James to drop in.

In they go.

"I guess a half vampire baby would be."

"Yep. I'm going to get back to her before she attempts escape. Uh." He looks at his sister. "Try telling her stories," he advises, and then he leaves.

"Stories, would stories help? Or I could sing?" He sniffs. Hmmm. Her blood smells mostly dead now. "Or I could bring our daughter?"