Ankyra Sound Sorry to get sentimental tonight

he was a man, but he was also not a man she feared, nor one who had hurt her. firefly had fought for rosalyn, been a boon to rusalka; erzulie was glad to turn to him, to bury her forehead against his shoulder. her sobs did not grow louder, but racked her all the same, and the salt of her eyes wet his fur.
in their closeness, she realized with a start, she had been craving the touch of another for some time. even the scent of him was welcome, steadying her against the pillar of his silence. and so she cried until her tears had faded, not yet ready to draw away unless he moved.