Stavanger Bay There's talk goin round this town, keep it down now

erzulie shook her head with a smile, delivering a final bevy of slow licks to rosalyn's cheek before unfurling herself to cross 'round and check on the dried herbs along the woman's wounds. "no one and no'ting could evah find you wanting," came her purr, accompanied by a soft wink from within the nutmeg mask. a pause followed; the healer wet her lips with a shyness that was unlike herself and glanced into the darker shadows toward the back of the den; the shape of a low pallet strewn with furs took form there.
"perhaps you could rest heah for a while," erzulie suggested, though some undercurrent of feeling shone through despite her best efforts; she wished for rosalyn to stay.