Dragoncrest Cliffs Sundown in the Paris of the Prairies

As Chacal pressed against her and wound, catlike, Rosalyn embraced her daughter's shoulders and briefly closed her eyes, an overwhelming gratitude suddenly overcoming her. Their family was scattered, the pieces harder and harder to grasp and to hold onto. But the children this year, and Reyes' return, and now Chacal... they were indicators of the life the others were likely leading. Regardless of if she stayed.

Rosalyn missed the look that Chacal gave to Erzulie, but she did wonder the answer to if she wished to stay. The fact that she was welcome home was a given... it was a given for any of them, always, no matter what might happen or how many times they might leave.