Ankyra Sound pray a ray of light appears

She was a rush of activity when she arrived at the place where Erzulie kept her stores.  Fortunately for Caiaphas, Rosalyn has been rent deeply enough times to immediately recognize the common things as well as recall, vaguely, how to use them.  She couldn't pick them up off the ground, but her wife was meticulous and she found them easily enough there.  Somehow she thought Erzulie wouldn't mind.  Surely she'd mind less than Rosalyn did herself.

She'd not cooled down entirely by the time she came back.  Her gaze was still frosty, and she completely ignored the new wolf who stood there.  If they were going to save this idiot, then so be it.

She began chewing, then passed indicated Firefly should move as she spat the mix on the siren's throat.  Now hold, she said, grimacing a little from the taste.

We are all going to have a talk, she thought silently, her ears flattening again as she watched.  Everyone seemed so keen to go at Drageda's throat, but none of them had seen its heart like she had.  She'd been one of them once.  It wasn't that she didn't trust their skill - she didn't trust their resolve.  Their band of outcasts didn't have an ounce of the single minded, insane intensity the wolves of the cliffs voiced.  It was what had chased her from the pack the first time and what she imagined would destroy them if they continued to prod a sleeping dragon.