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Rosalyn no longer had much attention for the younger - all was focused on her conversation with Tegan.  "I knew her," she answered, and considered a good many other responses.  But something stopped her.  She had no love for her rival, and would always be game to drag her name through the mud; but what had happened here she wouldn't wish on her harshest enemy, let alone her longtime rival.  An unwelcome feeling of empathy kept her cutting words down, and she sighed softly.

"Rosalyn's my name.  I knew your pack, too, for a bit."  She left it at that.  A part of her wanted to say more, but honestly, what could she say that anyone there would care to hear?  She was next to nothing at this point.

Erzulie suddenly appeared, and Rosalyn felt her chest tighten a bit, as it had these past few days.  It had been too close, and her angular frame served a daily reminder of it.  She looked better, but Rosalyn still was anxious to have her up and about.  She'd been stretched taught for days now about pretty much everything.

"Redhawks, Erzulie.  Erzulie, Redhawks."  Introductions, and then a pause, to see if there was anything else this boy wanted.