Ankyra Sound Breakin' is easy and hope is hard

last from me <3

caiaphas had already turned away when she heard erzulie's declaration -- it brought a rare smile to her lips, for the harlot spoke with a rooted passion that gave the siren confidence in her verdict. rosalyn stayed -- for now.

the siren had always known, in some way, that her hold (or even unity) with the pirate was tenuous at best. someday, perhaps, rosalyn would leave their shores -- but she would do so in full health, and not crawl from ankyra a rotted, soggy bag of meat pulp like she presently looked.

besides, caiaphas couldn't let her leave so soon -- who would mock her face?

well out of earshot now, caiaphas slunk to the grotto -- she would return in an hours time with some pitiful collection of herbs, but it would be enough to start rosalyn's healing.