Stavanger Bay fromage.

If the woman's movement didn't alert Rosalyn, the retching sure did.  The pirate whirled, then wrinkled her nose in distaste.  Fortunately, if there was a smell to it, the rain would soon take care of it.  Pleasant night for company, she said, tone conveying that the opposite were more likely.  She was annoyed to be interrupted in her thoughts, though after a moment of searching, she recognized Stryx.

Oh.  You're the... healer?  It was a guess, gleaned from her stay while Raleska was here.  Rosalyn had been closed off with the children most of the weeks following, Chacal born just a few days later, so she hadn't spoken to her directly.