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had it all been for nothing?
her leg had become stiffer in the days to pass; while the cuts along her muzzle and head were healing, the great wound rent in her haunch was saved from infection only by the seawater. the grace of rusalka's caches had kept the harlot alive, for she could not hunt in her present condition, and bitterness swept her heart.
she wandered the sand, hoping to exercise whatever strained tendons had been scraped by questing teeth; head down, gait tainted by a savage limp, erzulie did not immediately notice the boy. 
it was the scent of greenery that lifted her muzzle, the bitter tang of herbs upon the salt air. then and only then did she notice the young male nearby, and looked upon the plants he had laid upon a stone.
"where did you get dese?" she inquired in a monotone when she had drawn close, eyeing the little bundles with relief crossing her features.