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erzulie shook her small dark-masked head, glancing skyward. "all it be meanin' is dat you have had much on your mind, raptah." the harlot was not often given over to the coddling of men, but this boy's clear pain had cut through the swab, for she remembered what had happened when marie —
"have you eaten?" erzulie inquired in the next moment, unfurling herself from her seated position. small, precise steps carried the woman in confident strides away from the male, but she paused with curled forepaw to see if he would follow. a walk, a few breaths of fresh, brine-swept air — perhaps raptor's spirits could still be lifted.