Ankyra Sound no sorrow or pity for leaving i feel

if caiaphas understood the bond between erzulie and rosalyn, she had said nothing. perhaps it was not of merit to her, and for that the jezebel was grateful. fear drove her now, into the cold emerald embrace of the vicious forest. her pirate had not come home, and even with illidan's graceful company to distract her, the suspicions grew harsher all the same.
"anyt'ing yet?" she inquired gently, without a true tone of hope to her voice, when she looped back to where the siren queen searched too for rosalyn's trail.