Dragoncrest Cliffs and tear your garments in grief

"as much as you need." rosalyn had tirelessly tended sapphique and defended their family in all iterations of the life they had lived together. she had earned her rest. and though erzulie did not think her mate would see it this way, she was honored once more to devote herself in the same way.
suddenly overcome with the exhaustion that had been first desperate and then relieved, the obsidian leant against her wife, kissing the tanzanite's shoulder.
"i am going to bring you somet'ing to eat. and den i want to take a nap, a long one."
they were home. the cliffs were safe. mireille would return to them.
these were her new truths.