Blacktail Deer Plateau burn the cars

"of course you can come home," erzulie murmurs. he was so solid within her embrace, so very real, warm, flesh-and blood. he was alive, and suddenly amid their happy meeting, the grief of the past weeks was rising, burning. but she would not let it spill over now; erzulie blinked away a tear or two and stood back.
"bonjour, rowan," she murmured to her son's companion. "scarab is lucky to have had you." as she spoke, she felt the sadness subside. why did she not cry and shout? were her feelings truly existent? shaking the thoughts away like cobwebs, she glanced between the two. "we do not have much, but i will not be lettin' my son come home wid'out feedin' him." 
first though, she tilt back her head and called for @Aningan. "he is king heah now. but he will not deny you." erzulie would not allow it.