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She didn’t get an answer, but as Erzulie directed them to tend to Coraline, Chacal took a moment to see if she couldn’t pick up any scents hanging about Coraline’s coat that she might stow away in her memory, so she might one day recognize it as a threat again. She wanted to rip whoever had done this limb from limb and lay them in the salt waters of the ocean so they might feel the sting of her ire.

As she worked, she felt Coraline weaken- possibly from having to travel with her injuries but she saw too that the strength she had to hide her tears was sapping, and she wilted as she tried to hide her sadness. She lowered her head as though to keep her expression from view, and it stung Chacal to know someone had hurt Coraline so badly that she might feel ashamed of her own trauma. 

The sob that shook Coraline’s side made Chacal draw in a breath as though something had punched her in the gut. She placed her temple against her sister’s shoulder and breathed heavily, shakily. She shared in her sister’s sadness, and felt it turn in her chest. Her own tears pattered on the ground. Coraline’s pain was something they all shared; she would not suffer or weep on her own. 

Once she was stable though, Chacal would guide her sister, staying close by her side as they followed their mother to a safer place for her to rest and heal.