Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

Even though Rosalyn wanted nothing more than to collapse where she stood, she knew she would search the waves however long it took to find kelp for bindings.  She couldn't think about the alternative; all she could focus on on was what she could do now or she would lose all grasp of control.  It felt slightly mechanical as she strode for the waves, wincing as she entered the water, but at least it cleared her mind.

It took a while, and by the time she found it, she was feeling a little frantic.  Finally her paws brushed the familiar plants and she dove again, snagging a good muzzleful and wrestling it to the surface.  She half-charged, half-staggered to shore with her spoils and came immediately over, streaming saltwater.  Here she waited for further instructions, if Erzulie was able.  If she wasn't, then she would do what she could on her own, despite being rife with self-doubt.  Healing had never been even next to an interest to her.