Hushed Willows who speaks latin?

For Christ's sake— it was frowned upon to be a bitch to kids, wasn't it? She let out a soft sigh, shaking her head. "Lay down," she says, her voice not so cold this time. "I'll pull out your splinter." The auburn woman sits up where she lays, ducking her head slightly. She motions with her nose to get a move on, tail sweeping towards her feet in a catlike motion. 

"It'll hurt," she adds, raising an eyebrow.