Dragoncrest Cliffs Till my dying day

she did not know what to do, but it seemed she had briefly appeased rosalyn nonetheless. perhaps it was... unintentional. the woman's sharpness and mention of none other than erzulie.

but it did not cease.

you do not need to thank me, she admitted softly, eyes briefly flickered from the sea to rosalyn. i would do what you need, too. you should only ask. and it was the truth, even if the need to appease rosalyn came from a different crevice of her heart.

this time, as her gaze lingered still on rosalyn, it was with a soft curiosity.

what could possibly appease a surely knowing wife?