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Haunt stilled when Erzulie asked her to wait a moment. Her yellow gaze flicked back and forth while she patiently anticipated the woman’s return, curious what she might be fetching.

She was presented with a sealskin, which Haunt took as a gift in exchange for her own. Her mouth opened and closed as she tried to come up with a tactful way to insist she didn’t expect anything in return. But then Erzulie mentioned water.

Oh, Haunt breathed, peering at it and intuiting that Erzulie meant for this to address her ear pain. But she had to admit, I don’t follow. Her remaining ear drew back as she threw the leader an apologetic glance, hopeful she might explain.