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

she shocked him again. "i-i don't know. we're still trying to figure it out." and that was that! lestan did not want to talk of amalia anymore, less out of dislike and more out of sheer protectiveness. sadey seemed to know so very much and she had not been here long.
she listened. she remembered. he would have to tread carefully and speak lightly.
"did — do you have one you like? a member of your gang, i mean." he offered sadey another mouse.