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No amount of regret or remorse could battle the hurt she felt, no matter how much she wished it wasn't so. Erzulie put her to shame with this, asking what she should have, just as Rosalyn knew she would. Her wife had always been a better wolf than she.

So much time lost. Time for him to gain a wife, to have children now. Redhawks that she would never see. She'd wanted this for him, it was all she had dreamed, but the reality of it was harder to swallow. In dreams, she'd never considered the aspect of choice; that he'd decided to form a life away from them, one that he hadn't bothered to tell them of until now.

It should be enough that he was here now. Erzulie was right; there was no point to pushing more when she knew he was not staying. To her credit, she tried.

I'm glad to hear it. She was. And her smile was real, though there was a slight tremor that undercut it. She managed to soften, but the life he spoke of was so far removed from them now that he might as well be a stranger. That you're happy. That was all they could hope for, and despite their best wishes, it had to be enough.