Seaside Moors Cause back where I come from, man, we're laughing at you

"you are making dis very difficult, raleska," erzulie growled rounding on the girl. "any decision i make now is for your own good, dat of dese little ones, an' rusalka itself."
an ear flicked. "you do not get to be privy to everyt'ing." she was frustrated now, for though drageda had fallen, now that blood would spring up amid them.
"he does not need to know," the harlot warned. "if he comes here looking for dem, he is more likely to have his throat torn out."
she could not salvage the choice raleska had made, but erzulie meant to preserve the future. "i expect your cooperation. children in rusalka belong to rusalka and to de mot'er." that was how it had always been.
at length her gaze grew less hard and more concerned. "please eat somet'ing, an' know dat while all dis frustrates me, you are my concern."
what would rosalyn make of this? or aningan?