Blacktail Deer Plateau ever he is, who takes his seat so close

erzulie did not press. she chewed marigold into a fine paste, letting the bitterness fill her mouth as she wet it into a bolus and pressed it here and there upon reyes' face, if allowed. brisk, no-nonsense, affectionate; from time to time she looked beyond her task into the somber face of her son.
finished, she rocked back upon her haunches. "i know it is not exciting, reyes," the harlot murmured, "chasin' bark from strange forests." but it would heal her ailment, and furthermore, remove him from rusalka for the time being.
a beat of time. 
"what did you make of de ot'er day?"