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

Sadey eyed him. His flustered expression. Lestan Huh. What kinda foreign name that be? Where youse from?

She saw the softening in his eyes and smiled. SOft spot for Miss. Amalia do you. She is a pretty thing. She'd get ripped apart where i'm from though. But she is a nice one, better than the likes of our gang.

Sadey shook her head. Naw I s'pose i could use some company. Not much roun here but birds and rabbits. And my ole snoot is broken anyway for a time. Too many herbs packed in the hole.

She dipped her head and with all the politeness she could muster chewed without another word. Fanks. she spoke past a mouth ful.