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vague as well! <3

It had been a long time since Rosalyn had felt this heavy of a restlessness.  It disturbed her sleep, and what little she had been eating she found harder even still.  Pregnancy and tension both twisted her stomach and made it feel as though her own skin were a prison.  She wanted to tear something apart, and surprisingly enough, that something wasn't Drageda.

They would come, she was sure of it.  Rosalyn had enough experience with war in the past to know this, but in the past she'd never allowed this.  All her life she'd followed the ways of the raider - strike fast, take, and move.  But here instead she was forced to sit, awaiting retribution while knowing that by the time it came, she might be both helpless and with children she wouldn't be able to protect.

Maybe what she wanted most was to run.

She was likely a coward for thinking it. And she was an even bigger one for refusing to bring it up with Erzulie again.  Silence made it worse, but she knew what the answer would be, and there was no use.  She didn't want to lead this crew, she didn't want to be in this crew, and every fiber of her being was urging her to cut her losses and leave.  Only Erzulie held her there, but it was a chain that was driven fast into the sand, unmoving.

Despite her feelings and her troubles, she knew that she shouldn't ignore Caiaphas.  So in spite of her previous anger, she checked in at times, and helped Erzulie with anything the woman might need.  Today when she arrived her wife was already there, tending her, and Rosalyn hung back a minute, watching.  A deep, yawning frustration filled her, stealing away any words she might have had and surprising her with it's sudden bitter taste.  Perhaps today she wasn't up for this.