Seaside Moors a roiled soul is calmed anew

No admonishment rung in Erzulie's voice, though Raleska felt her back prickle slightly as the matron reiterated she had wished Raleska had not run off. And why shouldn't she have? Raleska had been stupid -- she hated being reminded of how stupid she was.

She quashed the feeling, for it was uncharitable and undeserved. "I don't." Raleska was gradually coming to regret her expedition, regret her fling with Dacio, regret it all -- but like Erzulie, it chilled her now to think of how once, she had planned to hold both of the newborns underwater. Sickness and fever had run its course through Raleska, leaving her with little understanding of her rationality in that when. "I think they are both good." Raleska's lips twisted in a sad, conflicted smile. "Good souls, and in good care. I'm proud of how you are raising them." Fair better than I ever could went unspoken, but Raleska felt a cinch in her heart all the same.