Ankyra Sound angels clawed with burnished wings still loyal kiss the seal

@Caiaphas @Firefly @Rosalyn wtf are timelines but set after caiaphas has been moved and during? before? after? the 1:1 between firefly and roz. whatever works!

she had returned to the sound to find the ground splashed with blood and caiaphas close to death. between the angry snapping of firefly's tone, the steadier anger of rosalyn's own, she had gleaned what had transpired. 
lifting a bundle of damp moss, erzulie quietly bathed caiaphas' dour brow. "you foolish, stupid witch," the harlot growled, dropping it to arrange the woman's limp limbs more comfortably.
but could she have done anything differently? no. faced with a lone dragedan, regardless of the children within her, erzulie would have risen up and tore from him the pain of the earlier war, of rosalyn's almost-loss, of her lover's wounds. for the safety of rusalka, a blood-soaked message that they were not weak before the wolves upon the cliffs.
silently she glared toward the entrance of the grotto, then to caiaphas, the burn of her mintglow stare softening. "i would have done de same," she muttered toward one dark ear.