Dragoncrest Cliffs and tear your garments in grief

Rosalyn had been treated by Erzulie more times than she could count (especially now) but there was something different about this. She was burning with shame, with anger, and with an aching loneliness that was entirely her own making.

Why did you leave!? Why did you ruin this!? Her anger was entirely aimed at herself for worrying her wife, for dragging her into this, and for the thoughts she couldn't seem to hold. It only got worse when Erzulie asked her that question. Pride made her eyes flash, an automatic response. How can she even ask?

Rosalyn clenched her jaw. Rage turned to anguish. Erzulie asked because she had to.

She couldn't answer. She couldn't say the words though she knew, like a shard through the core of her, what was right for Sapphique. Her heart broke as she met her wife's gaze, the answer written in the defeat that lay there.