Hushed Willows who speaks latin?

She stares almost blindly at the boy for a second, repeating what he'd said to herself. "You were fucking a stump," she mutters bluntly under her breath. Even though she's sure that he doesn't know what that means, she moves on, maybe he'll pick up on it. "Don't woo things," she scolds him. "That's how you get yourself in trouble," she adds— his splinter was a perfect example of that. Pausing and squinting at him, she lets out a heavy breath. "No, thanks, I don't want to try," she says with a low tone.