Stavanger Bay and hurl thieves down from paradise

Rosalyn moved to meet her, though with not quite as much speed.  Still, she pressed her cheek briefly to the other woman's cinnamon pelt, allowing the contact and the teasing to calm her briefly.  She laughed at the latter... she couldn't understand the words, but the tone was enough.

"I did warn them, though I suppose for a while we don't have him to bother with."  She pulled back, and a note of bitterness entered her tone, though she looked apologetically at the harlot.  It wasn't directed at her.

"Their hospitality was... surprising.  But I'm happy to be back."  It had been a mess she returned to, but this was home now, for as long as it remained. She sat, then looked at Erzulie with a more searching gaze... how did she feel about all of this?