Ankyra Sound a bruise upon the silent moon

caiaphas was there when erzulie returned briefly to the world, and the harlot chewed weakly at the raspberry leaves for the relief they would grant. she cast her gaze around the den, searching for rosalyn; mismatched eyes narrowed in scrutiny and then some primal knowing, followed by a stinging guilt that she had brought this upon her wife.
"rosalyn," erzulie whispered faintly, hoping to gain her wife's attention, to focus the pirate's eyes upon her own. before more words could come, the pain arrived again, and she lay back, grinding her teeth helplessly. somehow, she knew he must be here for this, to aid caiaphas in some way. and while she knew this was the realm of women and would only terrify him, rosalyn could not be left alone. the sensation of her wife's silent panic rose in the den, forcing her head upward as she gazed at the corsair, willing her to fight no more, as erzulie had fully surrendered.