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

"if you want dem to live after dey are born," erzulie murmured after a moment. "if you do not wish it, perhaps i can help." there was no reason to be hushed, and yet the harlot found she was. "but consider dat dey will be raised here. dey will know our faces. an' if i still have milk den, i will help to suckle dem."
a wan smile curved her lips; she tightened her wolven embrace around the younger woman, then stepped back to seek the aggrieved gaze. "you are not alone, raleska, even if it feels dat you are. i must tell aningan and rosalyn, but rusalka belongs to you as much as anyone else." her two-toned gaze glinted. "any part of you is a part of dis pack."
to them.
to no other.