Larksong Grotto Imaginary hands folding over you

"she's — gold, like the deer. i knew her before, when i lived beside the lake that burned. and the doe, the one here, well — they're the same. they're," and his voice trailed.
it was nonsense! wasn't it? wasn't it?
erzulie. he didn't know the sound of the name, and laid back in consternation.
"how long have i been here? and you?" kel.