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He was discussing leadership. Her gaze sharpened for a moment. Their children weren't in a place to discuss this yet, to assume. Sapphique had always been helmed by the wives and still had capable leadership in them. Who were they to decide if Erzulie was fit? And who were they to decide who would lead alongside Rosalyn, should her wife choose to step down?

Fortunately for all of them, Rosalyn expected Erzulie to immediately correct this. When she didn't, in the space of that instant, she remembered Chacal.

She leads now. Some of that sharpness left. That's right, there was a gathering. She'd stepped down.

Erzulie hadn't. But she would? Rosalyn grasped at what Sobo had said, attempting to bring it to focus. He wished to lead. Mireille wished to lead.

They'd... spoken of this. She remembered. You want a purpose, Rosalyn said quietly, looking at Sobo before turning towards her wife. This wasn't something she could answer. But she wanted the answer to be yes, and these were the words she found.