The Sentinels wargemont

Her sadness was palpable, and Renoir's heart felt as if it were about to break for her. What friends did she speak of? Had the locusts been more volatile here than anywhere else? Ah, but at the mention of flowers, he gives a solemn nod - a bow of his head in reverence - and listens until she begins to aid him.

yo pral retounen. nou pral ede yo.

While the locusts did take away, their bodies would feed the earth, and give back to it. He would eagerly make that promise if it meant returning a smile to the cherub's face, for witnessing such a thing was like seeing his beloved Monet again, and Renoir only wished her happiness. 

Once this fresh pile was dealt with, Renoir paused above the freshly covered grave (as it was a grave no matter what creature had been buried), and watched the girl with a fondness that was, perhaps, unsuitable for the situation. Ou te gen anpil zanmi?