Dragoncrest Cliffs a wasting of my time

Against the chill, Jorunn's warmth was extremely welcome against her. She was glad that the other woman was keen to play along and seemed to have time to spare. She never minded to pass moments in the day alone but company was always welcome.

It was strange, still, to hear those words. And perhaps wrong to encourage them. Despite the way she'd come to embrace the companionship now three of them shared, there was a voice that asked silently what she was thinking. A prickle of guilt when she contemplated the future... tossed aside when she focused on the now. The latter was so much easier.

I hardly know what that means. She replied, delighted and strangely shy. It was only a partial jest. Pirates aren't the type for finer things. Not that they couldn't appreciate them.

It wasn't a dismissal... but a tentative invitation. With Jorunn, Erzulie shared something that Rosalyn yearned for... but a space within her still withheld. A space that knew the more she leaned forward, the farther she dove... the more she would drown in the end. There was already so much for her to lose. How much more could she bear?