Larksong Grotto il en était fier, mais pourquoi vous riez ?

they had an agreement, 'erzulie' and kel. "we need to find a dryer place for him," she decided, straightening, wiping debris from her forearms.
again a meandering look toward the man, simply because that was what he was, and that was how her body was sharpening in this mica-flat glimmer.
she needed to get away from him.
this time she swung her hard green gaze around the grotto itself, alighting upon a pouch of stone uplifted from the ground, shallow enough to support the stranger. 
she did not ask for help, only grabbed the nape and began to gently pull in that direction.