Seaside Moors and all my body shakes,

Rosalyn heard, and as soon as she heard, she came.  As she ran towards the place Erzulie had chosen, she saw Nieve waiting outside, and she smiled despite her worry.  She gave their daughter a grateful look and a soft nudge.  Your maman will be fine, she reassured, then slunk inside.

I'm here, she said, soft. She did not approach right off, but waited.  She'd assumed she could enter, but a woman's space during her time could be desired or a burden.  At least this time she knew her own time lay months away... yet another indicator it was to be her last.

Her chest clenched to hear Erzulie's pained breathing, the hitch to her, but she kept the fear at bay.  It would serve no purpose now.