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the poor girl, to repeat her name a second time after raleska had said it. perhaps she was growing old. erzulie cast a vageuly apologetic glance at the two of them, though her attention was for this grímnismál. had she heard the name before? the woman was unsure, but it mattered not.
"i am sorry to hear it," the she-wolf murmured in genuine feeling. the rain had swept so much away; the pretty girl's grief was evident. but for rusalka she would serve now. "heah we be relyin' on trust an' knowing one anot'er very well." and to the skill grímnismál had brought, an appreciative nod came. "i be dat as well. we can learn between us." she moved, thinking of what the child had lost and what rusalka might give.