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

he was flustered! his eyelids fluttered! "she is my friend," he repeated, a little more firmly. sadey was rough indeed, in a way he had not expected! "and — relative! i think! i'm from a while away."
still he was glad to see her eat, and happy she would accept his company. "if there is anything more comfortable i could bring you, tell me. you're our guest after all."
ripped apart! "where uh, where is your gang?"