Seaside Moors Our mind is not where it should be

Tomorrow. Raleska shifted uneasily, but placed most of her discomfort somewhere in the Vault where she wouldn't think of it until it really mattered. Kids. She could watch kids. It'd be fine. She wished she had a place alongside Rozulie, fighting for what was theirs -- but Raleska also recognized that sometimes duty was not glorious.

Sometimes, duty meant babysitting.

"Alright." Raleska repeated, readying herself. While part of her would be sad to see that culture of Rusalka change, the truth was she'd have followed Rozulie to the ends of the earth and back, and she'd probably do anything they told her to -- even if it was something horrible or unpalatable. In that way, Raleska was very much forged in undying bonds of loyalty for them. "I'll come by in the morning, and take them. I'll pretend its just a scouting mission, or something. What will the signal be, your howl?"