"Of course. It isn't done back home but- he promised me a better life for our family. I see those that keep us and depend upon us for their livelihood as a part of our family." Hence the practices she's instated and kept to. The girls keep her home beautiful, she keeps them fed and educated. She provides for them as best she is able. Close the shadows are not so stark and the softness of her eyes more apparent, the slim lines of her wrists, the delicacy of her neck where her hair is pinned in place. "It is kind of you to say. Most here were not around when we lost him- but I try to impress upon them his values."

Hard work. Loyalty. Determination. Pride in what they do and where they live. For the most part she thinks, perhaps, they have managed to hold these things close. Eléonore certainly thinks she has managed to make it plain that these things are vital for living in the Estate.

It's a soft thing, the way her hand alights upon Herian's, but it is there. A dainty thing, almost coy, the brushing of their fingertips. "Please."

Her eyes turn to her, dark and almost liquid in the afternoon's light, voice low, lilting. "Call me Eléonore."