Ankyra Sound drink the pouring of my fury

"ah," erzulie murmured, lifting herself. "i will be comin' back in a moment." with that, she departed the little den. true to the harlot's word, she returned in a short while, bearing the fresh tongue of a large clam. "i'm sure you have had dis before," the healer remarked, lying it near dalia's paw. "but you need de richest food right now."
that was all she knew of midwifery; she would share her kills with velen until dalia's children were weaned. but for now, the young mother was in dire need of rest, she suspected.
"is dere anyt'ing else you need?" erzulie inquired, seeking the brilliant seafoam gaze with her own mismatched eyes. "i can stan' watch while you sleep, until your man gets back."