Dragoncrest Cliffs a paean

Erzulie told her news of the one who she was helping to heal, but Rosalyn wished to meet the girl herself. They had a number of newcomers and young children; she was slow to trust even the ones who had been with them before, but this one she knew nothing about.

When she arrived, she paid little mind to her tears as she ducked in and looked her over impartially. Someone had done a number on this girl and she knew what that was like, so she did hold sympathy. She just knew it was likely she'd prefer not to see it.

Where are you from? She asked. Erzulie had said she couldn't speak much, but that didn't mean Rosalyn couldn't suss out some sort of answer. She needed to know nothing would be following her. Violence like this rarely was done in isolation.