"I'll talk to my brother about it. He, uh, he has Rubbery Man acquaintances."

"Half-brother. Technically. He can't do what she can do."

"I'm sure he has his own talents," Clarabelle says gamely.

"He's very smart. We can't all be miraculous diamond crabs."

"Quite."

Dr. Vaughan begins asking Clarabelle clarifying questions about the pregnancy - has she felt morning sickness? Has the baby kicked, and if so, how many legs at once? Has she ever found herself glowing? Clarabelle answers to the best of her ability.

"Wilbur's at the University, do you want me to grab anything for you while I'm there?"

"Oh! That would be dear of you - I had packed for a Zee-voyage before my assassination, if you could just bring me my valise I'd be much obliged."

"Okay! Uh, is there anything I can say to people so they know you're alive and authorized me to pick up your stuff and I'm not some random burglar."

She writes a note reading No longer dead; authorized the bearer of this note to collect possessions; schedule of return to active teaching uncertain, embarking on extended research project and recovering from traumatic death. -Jacqueline Vaughan.

"Thanks!" 

She heads off for the city; she transforms and dresses; she heads for the University, explains the situation and the need for amber to her brother, collects Dr. Vaughan's valise and delivers her note, and decides to swing by Hephaesta to update her before going home again. 

Hephaesta is in her dressing room, pacing frantically. "Oh, thank God, it's you! I went to visit Angie, but the Under-Secretary said she'd been taken by Fires' men - then I hear about some kind of giant beetle rampaging through the streets - what the bloody fuck is going on?"

"The giant beetle is a friendly and Angie and her sister are hiding out at my mother's place in the Prickfinger Wastes. Don't blame will for giving her up, they threatened--um. Did I ever get around to telling you the part where I am extremely weird and Angie's baby isn't dead anymore."

"He told me you'd brought her back with some kind of miracle. I don't believe in miracles, but it's hard to argue with a reborn baby."

"It really depends on how you define miracle. I didn't call on anything the church would sing hymns to. It's more like...an extension, or amplification, of the effect that makes death not permanent in the Neath in the first place. Anyway, they threatened the baby to make him give her up and she agrees that not letting the baby get hurt was the right choice. They were holding both Angie and her sister at the Orphanage, and also the giant beetle, and I broke all three of them out."

Hephaesta nods slowly. "Well, whether you're a miracle worker or not, you've done something great. Thank you. I won't ask you to bring me to her, that'd be a risk and I don't want to add any more risk to what you're doing. Just... is she alright?"

"Yeah, it's her sister who's got medical complications from the whole mess."

Hephaesta's face falls. "Shit. Clara doesn't deserve that. Well. None of us deserve any of this, that's not useful. There anything I can do to actually help?"

"Do you know how to get warm amber on short notice? Or even less-short notice."

She frowns. "Could ask one of the Rubberies at the Carnival. The one at the Anatomical Exhibition tried to give me some once, but I think it was flirting with me, and I didn't want none of that."

"That might be useful, thanks."

"Luck, then. I'm here if you need backup for anything."

"I'll let you know."

She takes her leave and heads for the Carnival.

The Carnival is, as always, bustling. There's the Most Educational Anatomical Exhibition, where "the NOTED PEDAGOGUE Mrs Plenty presents an INFORMATIVE and EDUCATIONAL EXHIBITION of ANATOMY and DANCES OF ANTIQUITY for DISCERNING GENTLEFOLK. You will BE IMPROVED!" There's also "MADAME SHOSHANA, the NEATH'S FOREMOST CLAIRVOYANTE," who can "SEE the FUTURE, the PAST, and THAT WHICH SHOULD NOT BE SEEN", and "the HOUSE of MIRRORS," which does not appear to have much of a line out front.

...You know what, she'll go see Madame Shoshana. 

Madame Shoshana takes one look at her and begins to cackle. "I wondered when you'd step into my tent. I've seen much of you, Wastelander - and heard much. Cross my palm with moon-pearls, and I'll tell what I know."