Ankyra Sound to please their lord, so before the sword

verx bore all of her questioning in a stalwart manner, perhaps understanding where exactly in her regard of him he stood. the harlot did not like how he cut to the bone with his eyes, his softer words, but she was determined to show no weakness before him. "i cannot afford to hate forever," was her only rejoinder, a lifting of the storm in her gaze the only response to his smile.
erzulie was not ready to trust him, was not sure that she would ever be. but, at least for the present, both she and the scarred man were rusalkans. it would not help the pack to continue the enmity between them. thus, shortly thereafter, the harlot decided to assume he was being honest, and shook out her ruff.
"rusalka too has changed since de fight," she remarked, stepping past him with a glance that invited verx to her side if he chose. "i suppose nei'ter of us were meant to stay as is."