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

lestan laughed back. "i don't think i'm intent on them." amalia wandered into his mind at that moment, making him redden quite unbiddenly! "i think i am suited to a bachelorly life. after all, who could settle for a man who spends all his time tracking herds and muttering to himself? certainly not enough time at own to — begin a family."
his blush deepened.
"i've got to get on, miss sadey. would you care for a help back?" lestan asked, straightening his limbs one by one.