Ankyra Sound They started praying, they were saying, "well we hope you'll be forgiven."

DON'T BE <3 ;.;

Rosalyn heard Erzulie return, silently settling next to her.  She let the silence stretch for a moment, feeling the affection that always came war with the complicated thread of her current state.  She'd have given anything to know what Erzulie was thinking in that moment, because it was easy to pin the worst on it.  That she was weak, for having been taken.  That she was a coward, for wanting to flee.  Or maybe that she was too disfigured to want to keep in sight.  She really didn't have the words to fight any of those, because she felt them, and had been ever since realizing she wasn't going to be killed outright.

She kept her face turned, but after a while she knew she needed to say something at least.  Ceasing her playings in the sand, she raised her eyes to also stare at the ocean.  Maybe it would help.  I'm sorry.

There wasn't a lot else she could say, aside from that, without knowing what this distance was.  She could try and put her reasons to words, but she was having a hard time finding them at the moment.