Dragoncrest Cliffs take up your broom, no gods are left

For a while, the ringing in her ears and the agony in her skull kept her from hearing anything.  After her stomach had emptied itself, she fell back to crouch trembling on the sand.

Eventually, though, her thoughts came around.  They were slow, but they worked hard to unravel what all had occurred.  This place was unfamiliar, and so were the shadows around her.  Where had they come from?  Last she remembered... Erzulie was there.  But no, she'd left to do something.  She couldn't think.

Finally she lifted her head, and as soon as she saw Thuringwethil, she knew.  She still didn't remember exactly what happened, but she knew who was responsible. The fur along her spine rose, but she kept her teeth clamped.  She hurt too much to do anything right now, but every nerve urged her to run.