Dragoncrest Cliffs it was war and you are made of meat

erzulie had stayed beside the boys as long as she could. in shifts they took it, with her elder daughters and rosalyn and meerkat, and even mireille, who had come back belatedly empty-handed to find her search ended at last, at home.
quen stood. erzulie murmured that he must not. but she followed as he did so, wincing and moving to gather him close after his struggle. "t'ere. be still, sweet one."