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As they slept, Rosalyn watched, silently observing her quiet brood.  Raleska had brought them to her, and how could she refuse?  Though a part of her worried that regret might linger, there was no other answer to give.  Children needed a mother, and if Raleska could not fill the role, Rosalyn and Erzulie would ensure they knew a home.  

She had no way of knowing their dreams, or even if they dreamed.  But she was careful in her shifting not to disturb.  It was not hard accept them as readily as her own daughter... near in age, in size, and equal in need.  They'd grow no different.