Dragoncrest Cliffs you set me on fire

She was relieved and glad, though a deep ache struck through her when Erzulie turned that question upon her.  It wasn't one whose answer mattered much.

She would never doubt her wife's affection.  They were tied together in ways that defied reason - in every past she'd walked, and every time she'd wandered, her wife had been at her side.  Even in those that she had not in reality shared.  Not even time could part them.

But selfishly she envied their affection for another reason.  It didn't bear mentioning - Erzulie couldn't facilitate this the way Rosalyn had.  She hadn't turned a single head since the close of her last heat, and even that had been transactional.  Now with her scars, an aging body, and a slipping mind... she wouldn't ask for it.  Would she give it if she had the choice?

She's beautiful.  But I think her tastes run with mine and not yours, Rosalyn answer lightly, releasing a slight huff of laughter with the words.  She wouldn't beg for validation, no matter how desperately she yearned to be reminded of how it felt.  It would mean nothing if it was a favor.

A touch of a shadow, but then it was gone. Maybe we are too alike. Self-flattery and a relatively honest denial in one.