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

oh. oh. 
the young man was immediately flustered. "i — i'm lestan, ma'am. lestan mayfair. i'm a friend to amalia." his eyes softened, thinking of the kind young woman with the dark fur.
"i came to see her, but i found you instead. you don't mind, do you?" he pushed the mice to one side, then thought better of it and offered one to sadey. 
"if you're going to — well, do that, you should eat something."