Two Rivers Isle asked what had happened this time

"yes, de shadewood. we were on de moors, but.." she rolled a lean shoulder, rolled her eyes at the never-ending rain. it occurred to her that already she had made several decisions without the input of her wife, but she saw no reason now to go back on them. erzulie was impetuous, stubborn; the pirate had known this.
still she was not fond of considering the way rosalyn might look upon her, in that still, contemplative manner that never grew explosive, nor outwardly angry, but measured the harlot. they had moved in unison for so long that erzulie felt suddenly rather bare.
"of course." niamh had no semblance of her own aloof nature; the golden woman wore her emotions embroidered openly. in this erzulie trusted, somewhat, for she did not feel that the other was acting. "she be in good care wid rusalka," the harlot assured. "i will bring her back myself."