Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

"da rise," erzulie muttered through her pain. it was beginning to make her weave again, sickened her belly, but she would not weaken until they had found safety. a climb was not within her power, as much as she did not like to admit it. steadying herself against rosalyn, the harlot led the pirate guide them toward the lee of the earthen arch.
"i put too much on you already," erzulie grit in a dark humour when they had arrived, collapsing gratefully. here the winds would not tear at them as much, and with a shiver she beckoned rosalyn down alongside her.