Ankyra Sound Sorry to get sentimental tonight

He hobbled along until he was too frustrated by his own body to move, and stood glaring out towards the sea. Firefly couldn't remember most of the battle that had commenced around him. He tried to think back on it, and could bring to mind the images of the group stealing through the forest — the commands of Caiaphas — the flash of light in the dark clouds as he was set upon, the anticipatory tension of two forces colliding — and then, somehow, they had been back here. His wounds dripping with blood or mashed poultices. It was unsettling to think that something happened while he was unaware; maybe he'd merely been knocked in the head, or the events were so intense that he just couldn't focus.

Something shifted behind him, and he tore his mind away from those thoughts - looked askance at the approaching body, and recognized Erzulie. They had not returned with Rosalyn. The failure was a shared wound among those of Rusalka, and Firefly worried. His snout descended towards the sand again, and he nosed around the soil without saying anything - not knowing what to say, really - until a gleam caught his eye. With a careful snatch with his teeth he pulled something free from the wet sand, and tossed it towards her.

It wasn't a shell like he'd expected, but a tiny gleaming bone.