Dragoncrest Cliffs a woman young and old

The whole time she was alone with Mireille, she wished to hold a conversation with her, but the words simply burned in her throat with the trapped brine and exhaustion quickly took over once they had reached Mossbloom.

She had just become warm again at the return of Erzulie, who fed her a bit of rabbit and a fishy concoction that was every bit as nasty as Mireille warned. Neither of which Cherub’s Wing could keep down.

Her night with the medicinewolf was a fitful one, but soon enough she stopped coughing and gagging, and mouthfuls of fresh water saw to it that her throat ceased to burn. Eventually, the disgusting fishpaste stayed with her as well, and she was finally able to sleep as dawnlight crept upon her.