Seaside Moors around your soft neck

Of last year's children, so many gone.  Even Nieve, who had disappeared just as suddenly as Reyes... only without the warning signs her son had displayed.  Rosalyn closed her eyes.  A part of me wishes I could save myself the trouble, she replied, voice soft and dulled.  But it's too far along now.  It was a wicked thought, but with all they'd lost, she couldn't help but think it.  Raising them only to disappear into a world too full of uncertainty to care.

The father was of Drageda.  Rosalyn felt a flush of anger, but it was followed by a deeper well of sorrow.  She told me nothing. She answered, and the words bit.  After everything...  She thought of last year, speaking with the girl.  They'd discussed names, how she would train Rosalyn's children, how perhaps one day she'd have some of her own.  Things had been different since Caiaphas' death, and somehow the pirate knew she'd lost her.  She felt the heat of tears that she refused to let fall.

So what now?  She asked, voice rough.  But she as she did she moved closer, seeking the comfort of touch.