Noctisardor Bypass High and Dry

She laughed faintly at Anselm’s comment. ”Not dead, no. But getting anywhere wid dat man,” She said, with a shake of her head. 

She looked to her brother. She was a proud wolf, with a vengeful spirit- but she knew if she acted without Etienne’s consent, that it could potentially cause him to push her away. Etienne hated violence, but she hated seeing him do work for a man who was so ungrateful. 

”Eti, ‘e is not a good man. If ‘e be willing to ‘urt someone else for ‘is own gain, ‘e be selfish, not wort’y of your ‘elp.” She said. ”’E says now, dat Heda an’ uhm…” She’d forgotten the other woman’s name- they would know who she meant. She continued. ”Now deir children be born, dey do not be needin’ your ‘elp anymore. Etienne, we should go, all t’ree of us.” She pleaded. ”Mireille be ‘avin babies soon, Maman likely as well by dis point,” She could only guess; her mother typically gave birth early in the spring. ”I know you want to ‘elp but Eti…Please- only ‘Elp dose who deserve it. Not dose ‘oo ’urt you.”