Dragoncrest Cliffs a study in metal and glass

if.
there was nothing that might shake erzulie's faith in herself, in rosalyn, in sapphique.
and yet the single syllable might have for a moment caused a stir of riot in her gut.
the obsidian lifted her chin and nodded. rosalyn still had not spoken, and the saltwolf felt so surely she experienced the mournful, yawning pain of raleska's loss through her wife's silence.
a nod, and then another. "i'll take you to her," erzulie said at last, motioning to haunt. "it is important you sleep. will you take a bundle of herbs from me? mix dem wid fresh water when you rest for de night. it will help you wid recoverin'."
the words hurt, an acceptance that she could not keep haunt here, nor make a safer place for the girl.
she would insist that the girl depart at frost-time; there was no reason to be caught between two worlds, expending energy upon both. 
for now, however, the woman was only ready to bring haunt to raleska's final resting places, in scant hope it might assuage any small part of this.