Shadewood and you, o blessed goddess

erzulie herself might have mirrored rosalyn's thoughts, had she heard them. caiaphas had taken the heart of their being in death with her, for surely she lived no longer. and the harlot had not forgotten that raleska had been dragged away by whatever foul postmortem demand the sea-hag had made.
theirs was an odd role now, to be charged with protection of rusalka and dedication to it whilst holding no name for themselves. and yet she was attached to the title of it, to its history, to the blood and bones that had forged it. she would not forsake rusalka. rosalyn led them in this, and with a low breath, erzulie relinquished her worries and kissed the pirate's cheek. "whatever might come, i will be by your side, an' you beside mine."