Ankyra Sound Those bitches inspire me

she had come back to search for scarab. he had not fled with her, and erzulie's soul was torn. charging her brood to stay put in the fields, the harlot ventured toward what was left of rusalka.
the grotto was indeed flooded, and nothing of scarab could be found. she pressed on nevertheless, tears stinging her eyes, as much out of frustration as they were for her grief.
"derg," she called grimly, nearing the shoreline. he wore a cracked mask of healing skin, and she winced. supplies, all of them, lost in the flood. "what happened to you?" she muttered, two-toned eyes appraising his torn face. "dere be not'in for you here. come back wid me. leave dis place."