Ankyra Sound promise overkill

She was quiet once he finished speaking his piece, and he wondered if the conversation was over now. Maybe she'd had enough of him just like Rosalyn, and maybe the trio were doomed to part ways — he thought about the children growing up without him, and wasn't sure if it was revulsion he felt, or relief.

When Erzulie finally spoke he nearly missed it, but moved a little closer, and heard the invitation. Whatever he had been feeling paled in comparison to how he felt as he looked at her in that moment; if his eyes were windows to his deeper soul, one would see it streaked with the uncertainty of youth, ill-prepared to the responsibilities ahead. But he obliged her request and dipped his head, grazing her swollen sides with his muzzle in time to feel something behind the flesh.

It was, in a word, jarring.