Dragoncrest Cliffs a paean

That was good to hear. She had no reason to doubt the immediate and earnest answer, but she would still keep an eye out. (One was all she had, after all. The humor of that caught her a moment.)

You cannot speak. Rosalyn stated, not unkindly. Then her voice softened a bit. My daughter could not either. Words aren't as useful as some might think. If you want to thank us, you will.

The statement was little more than empty sentiment. The girl would recover and, once she did, they would see how truly grateful she was. If she disappeared, Rosalyn would not hold it against her - she would simply know what their sanctuary had meant.

Her eyes held sincerity at least, and deference. Rosalyn understood why Erzulie had chosen to take the child in, though inwardly she sighed. Soft. The older they got, the more each and every stranger began to resemble a child gone.