" I still cannae believe we are finally here,” Laurin said, sounding more hopeful than she had just moments ago. “Ye’re certain we will be safe here?”
Josephine smiled thoughtfully. “What do you think?”
Laurin thought about it for a few moments before she answered. “Well, they do seem kind, aye? And so far, no’ one of them has tried to lift me skirts. And they do no’ drink and curse and carry on like the three eejits did.”
The “three eejits” she referred to were Helmert, Darvord and Clarence . ’Twas a living nightmare the three men had put them through, though Laurin suffered far more than Josephine had. Trusting anyone was not an easy feat for Laurin, and who could blame her after all the “three eejits ” had done to her over the past few years? Though it was comforting that she believed the MacAulay men were kind, Josephine knew it would be a very long time before Laurin put complete trust in any man.
“I agree,” Josephine told her. “They are a marked improvement over the eejits.”
Laurin giggled. “Pigs be an improvement over the eejits. "

― Suzan Tisdale , Isle of the Blessed