Seaside Moors burnt the fire of thine eyes?

valravn had followed; erzulie's lips curved in a smile as she glanced to the boy, who hovered behind her heel and demanded to know of the newcomer. a grateful look as her attention returned to sugar glider, and she extended a paw to pull the rabbit closer. "c'est une amie de vos mères," she translated, for around the densite, common was the last tongue spoken. the meaning was changed, however, and she blinked apologetically.
"valravn an' regin, they not be knowin' her as dere mot'er," she explained, fighting a sigh. "perhaps one day, but for now, my wife an' i have raised dem wid our own daughters dis year."
desperate for anything that would not barb the wound further, erzulie smiled. "it would be welcome to have more healers near. perhaps even dis one could learn from you."