Dragoncrest Cliffs Till my dying day

She was being unkind. She recognized that and even felt a touch of shame, but her expression did not warm until she said that they did not need to speak. Only then did it soften, slowly, as she nodded. Fine.

The distraction, and the company, were welcome. She didn't know anything of the struggle that Jorunn was feeling, but she knew her wife better than any other creature on this earth. She knew her words and she knew what the spaces between those words meant. The things she left unsaid sometimes were even louder than those she spoke.

And Rosalyn had her suspicions.

She is fond of you. And you do a lot for her. Thank you for that. The statement was genuine, but as she listened, Rosalyn turned to study Jorunn from the side.

She would not pry into her wife's heart; she knew better than that. But she was tired, and she was tired of seeing the worry that seemed to follow Erzulie as a shroud. If there was anything that could lift that burden, even for a night... she would see her have it.