Dragoncrest Cliffs There's always thunder in August

She was ready to cut any questions off sharply if Sobo asked them, but he was silent as they returned. Rosalyn had no good explanations to give, so her only course was to discourage them at all. She was glad that it wasn't needed.

"Are ya sick?" The tremble in his voice ate at her, lent a tone to the trip home that felt oppressive. Would he tell Erzulie what had happened?

Warning him not to would acknowledge it was even needed. She'd rather forget entirely. Things were still not entirely clear for her and, if there was anything she'd planned to do this afternoon, she'd forgotten it. Perhaps sleep would do her some good.

She turned to her son as they reached the vicinity of the Roja den. I'm going to take advantage of the sun. She glanced at the respite, then back, giving him a touch to his nape affectionately. Go, enjoy the day. Forced lightness and a compelling firmness underneath it.

She needed to get rid of this worry in him and to take a moment of her own. She just needed rest.