Ankyra Sound I cut my hand upon my blade

The reminder of Raleska succeeded in dissipating any trace of a smile from Rosalyn's features. Luckily, they didn't. But that didn't matter. They're dead too. In Rosalyn's mind, Caiaphas had no claim to her daughter at least, though her influence had mattered in ways the pirate was unwilling to admit. In her eyes, she would always be the one who had adopted the girl after the witch's failure. She had little charity left to alter that, even after having been a mother herself.

You must be desperate, if you are out here looking to dig up that ghost. It's a dead end. My wife and I are the only ones here who even remember her. There wasn't a lot of kindness to the words after the memories that her unknowing questions dredged up, but she did find herself vaguely curious. Why did this woman want, so badly, to find the witch?