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

she wanted easier days and peacefulness. lestan could admire those wants. what was more, he admired sadey for still wanting them after all she had gone through. to still hold hope after loss, it was a great thing and no small feat.
"that's definitely something," he agreed. the pair sat in contemplative silence, until lestan cleared his throat. "if you'll lean on me, mis sadey, i'll take you to the river. maybe the flowers there will help with this malady of smell you are suffering."