Ankyra Sound betrayed and played by god

as caiaphas indicated each bundle, erzulie dipped her head to take the scent and commit it to memory. the usual inkling of wariness spoke, but the harlot felt she had little to fear from the seawitch — why would caiaphas wish to poison her? especially when erzulie carried rusalka's further foundations within her?
therefore, she lipped the mint into her jaws, eyes closing with the pleasure of relief as the flavor dispelled the welling nausea in her throat. "de vomiting," erzulie answered a moment later, refocusing on the savage woman. "and de ... i feel like my skin is shifting."
a self-deprecating laugh followed. "you do not t'ink dat is crazy?" she inquired, though perhaps she was, and if so, it was just as well.