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a sympathetic look crossed erzulie's face; she nodded, turning her gaze upon the little ones curled beside dalia. "you did well to come here. dey will thrive." rusalka was a place of churning alliances and unsteady leadership, but their resources were clear and plentiful due to their proximity against the sea.
a smile wreathed erzulie's dusky features. "is dat so? i am not a midwife. i would be happy to learn from you," she added, beginning to divvy up herbs for dalia's consumption. "dis is for your milk. if de pups came early, your body may need some help." 
pausing for the moment, erzulie turned her gaze back upon the two. "have you got names?"