Shimmering Sands heat death

Erzulie’s strange accent made it difficult for Selina to follow what she was saying, though she was sure part of the confusion was due to dehydration. What she had gathered was that the woman wanted her to come with her somewhere. Selina did not care where they were going; she did not care about anything. She gazed at Erzulie with blank eyes and then stood on somewhat shaky legs and began to walk in the gestured direction. 

Erzulie had given her water to keep her from dying, and that was enough encouragement for Selina to trust her for now. She had come from a group of fae deep in a forest untouched by others; she had never experienced the feeling of distrust. She was broken and and her mind was shattered, but she was no longer alone. It was enough.

Fairies danced just outside the edges of her vision, flitting about her as she followed Erzulie to Rusalka. She is not like us, they warned her. 

No one is like us, Selina replied. Our kind is dead. I am the last.

End? Perhaps a new one at the borders of RUS?