Ankyra Sound Some days are good, some years are not

yipes didnt see this tag D;

erzulie set a gentle gait for them as drageda faded in the distance. nerves set her heart aflutter — she was not keen to move back toward when ironsea had been. yet she did not think the terrible beast had followed them this far. the pain within her paws had sharpened into dull knives that stabbed upward through her legs as they moved, and her body had begun to warm with fever.
she mentioned none of this to rosalyn, for what could her lover do? there was nothing. the harlot needed only the salt of the sea to cleanse her wounds and freshwater bindings. the pair walked, each lost to her own thoughts; erzulie merely nodded when rosalyn spoke, gaze tightening in pain as she pressed onward.