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it was not erzulie who answered, it was mireille herself. 
taller now and introspective, the girl's voice was still healing. there was a new mien about her that broke as she spotted druid, and dashed desperately toward her friend.
the headlong run ended with an embrace and an exclamation in erzulie's french over the state of druid's face. "what has happened?" she asked, pressing close to the girl with an expression of gathering worry.
she herself was whole. hale. mireille expected questions but for now, she only pulled druid closer, heart racing at the idea of what might have occurred.