Ankyra Sound betrayed and played by god

the gentle approach of caiaphas lifted erzulie's head; the scent of the herbs in the bundle she carried was a welcome bitterness that cut through her own sickness. politely, the seawitch turned, and erzulie hesitated, torn between wishing to be left alone, and desiring the company of the prickly woman who had founded this place for them.
"i am a whore, not a midwife, caiaphas," she called after the straightness of the other's retreating back, dry humour alive in her voice. "will ... will you show me what dese are?" and if the older woman did not feel like playing teacher to a vomit-riddled pregnant soul, erzulie could hardly fault her for it.
she simply, suddenly, did not want to be alone any longer.