Barrow Fields like phineus now i see

it was strange to be so close to a man, to take in the scent of his breath, leave her face and neck vulnerable to any sudden attack. it was healing, yes, it was her craft. both of them. gently she smeared the kelp mixture on the male's face, pulling away from his eye when he evinced discomfort.
"de witches i know, well. i knew dem as voodoiennes. dey could conjure your spirit from your ribcage." she laughed. "bad blood, to be indebted to one of dem. but dey do not often pride demselves on being kind, like your witches seemed to be."
erzulie leant back to observe her handiwork. "how does it feel?" she asked softly, knowing that the powdered kelp could often produce a moderate tingling in sensitive areas.