Ravensblood Forest Queen Anne's Revenge

the girl, for that was what she was despite any attempts to seem adult, was fixed with a stare only a mother might be able to give. scathing mingled with disgust, but mireille was sure to communicate a fair amount of pity as well. it was pathetic and she would not have wanted to see any of her daughters or nieces in that one's place.
dismissing the girl with a roll of her shoulder, mireille focused on the captain. he himself was young, a violent boy playing at being a man. the antithesis of her sons.
of val.
"you didnae know we were pregnant when you came. and remember dat you struck me right where dey sleep," the obsidian said with unruffled calm. "children be very fragile, captain. if any'tin' were to happen, it would be you responsible."
she went on, swiftly. "i will hunt de waters. give me a guard an' i will go dis very day."
were her children on the seacliffs safe?