"'M just as much didikani as Hyacinthe, an' no one cares," Ada offered, not wanting to push too hard but wanting to make sure Anasztaizia understood that there was no dishonor for her, as far as the Millers were concerned.

They tended towards disappearing people who caused pain to the Family, from Ada's experience.

"We don't..." she frowned slightly, fumbling for the words and ideas in D'Angeline. "For us, laxta is different? Only things t' dishonor anyone are avoiding your share of th' work, or being cruel or spiteful to people for no cause. Honor is heart? Maybe?" Ada huffed in annoyance with herself. "I don't got the right words."

Most of her lessons from Hyacinthe tended to focus on a different type of conversation, and were often easily derailed into kissing. The concepts she was reaching for she didn't have words for in either language that weren't 'fuck those assholes, we don't care.'