Swiftcurrent Creek ghost in hanging lights

She chuckled at his story, but her laughter was a moment delayed. For a second, she was transported back to her own childhood by the sea, where she and Etienne hunted for crabs in the tidepools. She'd been pinched more than a few times, and had learned to let the creature dangle and fall off, rather than trying to pull it off. She remembered how the sight of blood used to make Etienne ill- and yet, he had tended to her wounds. Non-crabs would be perfect, She said, albeit somewhat vacantly. When she caught herself being distant, she focused her gaze, and smiled. He really was a blessing; she should appreciate him more. 

His kindness seemed to come without any catch. he'd spoken of a daughter, and yet she'd never seen him with others; she felt it might darken the conversation to bring it up. It be much appreciated, truly, She admitted. Etienne will be back soon, At least she could count on her brother to return. But trut' be told, I am glad you stayed. Arlette 'as Arric, an' usually Eti be 'elpin' eit'er wid watchin' de babes or doin' de 'untin,' but left on my own, it be 'ard to keep an eye on all of dem an' put food in deir bellies. She'd rather see her children go a bit hungry than to have one wander off while she hunted. I practically owe you my first-born at dis point but alas- I cannot remember which of dem was born first, She said with a laugh.