Dragoncrest Cliffs the city in the sea

erzulie looked up from where she had been flicking through the kelp until she found a piece of it malleable enough for a bandage. "sapphique," the harlot said, a sweep of her muzzle to the stone ceiling of their shelter and the sprawl of sand beyond, the distant crash of sea upon rock.
"erzulie," she said of herself. 
she dragged the kelp to the shattered leg and began to tuck it around and beneath, eyes surveying the lacerations as paws and muzzle worked quietly.
"i be back."
when she returned, it was with a bitter little herb and soaked moss for the wounded little fighter with barren eyes.
one to drink, and one to knock the unnamed child headlong into a deep sleep meant to burn any infection from her figure.