Dragoncrest Cliffs in the future

Rosalyn did not speak. She did not have many words to give, and at Erzulie's lament, there was a single thought that pervaded. Was she one of us?

It was a cruel thought, but the pirate could hardly prevent what she was. Haunt had been an inconsistent presence on their shores and left only to return, desperate and broken, to perish in their midst. It was perhaps telling that such a rift of feeling could exist between even the pair of them. She would not speak against Erzulie's words, but could not follow them either.

Yet when her wife met her gaze she held it, and there was a warmth of understanding. Regardless of her own lack, she was there for Erzulie, and her clear pain did resound within the russet woman's chest. She would assist with the burial, and join her voice if they sang her off. It was clear that Sapphique had lost one of her own. It required no input from her.