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any answer would have been better than the one he gave her, and erzulie fought the anger that welled within her, taking the time to sponge dried crimson from his fur before setting the moss down again. "caiaphas gave us a home. she took us to war when drageda stole rosalyn. she protected dis lan' wid her blood," the harlot murmured, not looking him in the eye for now as she peered at her handiwork. "i see all dat has happened, firefly, and while it would be unfair to say caiaphas would have kept it from being so, now rosalyn t'inks poorly of you and dere is a rift between us."
"we are family," erzulie added, leaning back now to look at him. "rusalka cannot be so divided when de little ones are soon to come."