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Rosalyn worried over Erzulie's frequent departures, and silently disapproved, but she would not force her wife to remain. She could not, even if she wished to, and lately found herself less and less willing to say anything that might remotely cause a conflict. There was a silent weariness in her, something bone deep that weighed heavily. She didn't speak of it, but occasionally it lent a silent shadow to her features.

As the pups grew loud Rosalyn murmured to them, softly and almost idly hushing them. Aye, little one. This is an early start to become a wee tyrant. She smiled somewhat crookedly and lifted Mirelle from the pile of her siblings, then rolled and rested the bab upon her chest. Is that any way to treat a crew? She felt the others clambering against her side, but ignored them for now, her attention and eye trained on her daughter's scrunched up and tiny features.