"Oh, yes, I was thinking after this was all over."
When they reach the clearing, Dr. Vaughan hops down and stares at the moon-miser for a moment. "I'm going to want to examine that later," she notes, before striding into the house.
"Alright, ladies, where is-" She notices Clarabelle. "Oh my. I'm guessing you would be my patient. How far along?"
The Music-Hall Singer shrugs. "She lost her mind for a time, and we were forced to induce amnesia to rescue her from the moon-milk. Nobody knows but Poor Edward and Mr. Fires."
Dr. Vaughan grimaces. "I'd prefer to have a definite time estimate, but we work with what we have. What has she been eating?"
"We were fed mostly on fungal meal and potato bread," Clarabelle says. "But I got bat-meat or fish with mine most days, I remember that. It was unusual. The others thought I was sleeping with an orderly."
"Good," Dr. Vaughan says. "-that they were feeding you better, I mean. Sounds like they were trying to keep the baby healthy. We're going to be doing something somewhat similar."