Ankyra Sound promise overkill

He hadn't been much more than a lump in the sand for the past week or so, waiting for Rosalyn to come back from wherever she'd run off to. A part of him expected further retribution for what he'd said to her; he had been an outright ass, led by his fears and the pressure of stress. It was a poor excuse for shitty behavior, and he deserved to be demoted for it.

The wolf that came to him wasn't Rosalyn; he looked up at the glittering spring light and saw gold instead of red, and his heart swelled. Erzulie approached him and began to tend to his wounds, but he was silent for a while as she did so - there was no place for words here, not until she asked her question.

He wanted to say something worthwhile to her, something that made sense, but instead he just murmured softly, I don't know.