Qeya River The gentle ones can't handle me, the rough ones despise me

lestan had come for amalia, but who he found was — "oh!" his honeyblue eyes stared at the woman. "you're sadey!" the man's brogue thickened for a moment; flustered, he stooped to pick up the three mice he had dropped.
"how are you getting on?" the amaguk asked with concern, warmth expanding through his features. she didn't seem rough at all!