Dragoncrest Cliffs having dinner in the candlelight

mireille leaned soon over lucette; the stench of sick assailed her nostrils. sobeille rolled now and mother's-eye searched for the ailment in the poorly eyes.
more mucus. panic rose; she clipped it back behind the gate of her teeth. "you be eatin' bad shellfish, fi mwen?" the obsidian teased, attempting to keep the atmosphere light for now.
"konbyen tan ou malad jodi a, miette?" mireille murmured, hovered closer to listen at her daughter's breathing.