Seaside Moors tides

the faltering child, no older than her own, stammered out a response. what a weak individual, erzulie thought coldly, though the sheer pathetic sight of him softened the woman somewhat. "ying sent you?" she inquired, cutting through the shaking formality of his words with her own impatience.
"i am not in de mood to answer questions, especially now dat it seems we have been followed." be it words of alliance or a threat, erzulie was disinterested in hearing it.
"ruvik," the harlot hummed. "i will feed you an' send you back. you will find dat acceptable, oui?"