Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

She continued to stand and watched Erzulie, her worry only mounting when she noticed her weakness.  When she gestured, though, Rosalyn collapsed next to her, settling with the remainder to attend to her hind paws for her.

As she did, she let out a small laugh, though it choked off almost quickly as it started.  "What a pair we make," she said, and honestly she wanted to cry.  But her dry humor had always been the best armor she had, and she hardened this much as she could, focusing on what they had instead of what she had to lose.  It wasn't until later, when she was alone, that it would shatter.

She didn't want to hurt her, but knew she needed to clean deep to rid any sign of infection.  So she set to it, trying to ignore any discomfort as she cleaned and wrapped best she could.