Dragoncrest Cliffs Blue Skies Over Our Land

Rosalyn was quiet, following Njord. The den housed an eerie stillness, only Erzulie and Haunt within, but Rosalyn saw what she expected. And a part of her was grateful, because from what she had heard, this was the most merciful outcome.

Had it been her, she would have asked it. But she had no way of knowing how closely that thought echoed recent reality.

She was when you found her, Rosalyn said quietly. She couldn't help it, even as her eyes sought her wife. Doubtless she'd tried, and Rosalyn worried how heavily this might sit. There was nothing else. She added, moving in, to draw her gaze (if not her entirety) from this morbid embrace.