Ankyra Sound a bruise upon the silent moon

Rosalyn was sleeping fitfully when Erzulie's jerked movement woke her up.  She rolled to her side and lifted her head immediately, preparing to lurch to her feet if need be.

Anxious panic lit into her as she watched her wife's tense expression, and she felt an echo of the pain clench at her own spine, though she ignored it.  It looked like agony, but she could not do anything to help.

What do you need? She asked, her voice tight with worry as Erzulie cried out.  If she was able to answer, she'd bring her anything she needed, but first Rosalyn rose and staggered towards the den's mouth.  Once there, she howled a summons, recalling what @Caiaphas had spoken so many weeks ago.  She'd promised help through this process, and if anything went wrong, she perhaps would know better what to do.