Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

They made it, somehow, to the lee, and Rosalyn didn't need to be invited twice before plopping down next to Erzulie.  She shook her head somewhat emphatically at the insinuation the other was a burden - never too much.  

She didn't feel the need to say it, and instead just rested her head on the other's flank gently, sharing the warmth.   Hopefully they could rest now, though her tired eyes would remain trained on the beach a while longer, alert for any sign that the monster was returning to the depths from which it had crawled.