Ankyra Sound Breakin' is easy and hope is hard

perhaps she had misheard; perhaps she had — no.
slowly erzulie lifted her head, eyes wide with shock; she drew back from rosalyn. caiaphas had flown into the silence now, filling it with castigating words that mirrored the chaos spiraling within her mind. 
her gaze traced the grisly wounds that had robbed rosalyn of her sight and the use of one leg; tears wet her cheeks. "why would you leave?" she whispered plaintively, though anger began to kindle within her. "we fought a war for you, rosalyn! we lost one of our own. you cannot even walk."
fuck what the dogs of drageda had said — her lover would surely die if she turned into the snow now, unable to see well or hunt for herself. ire vied with grief; had she gained rosalyn simply to lose her again?