Luneshale Pass I wonder if I'm being real

Oh dear, the bowing. Akhtar flushed up to his ears from the back of his neck, smile gaining a distinct twinge that spoke of flustered embarrassment.

Ah-no, dear one, that’s not necessary. You seem to be busy, I’d hate to interrupt you in the midst of all this and get you in trouble. Even so, he sheepishly stood there for a moment, rocking his weight from foot to foot.

I can carry a few berries around, I may look like a stiff wind could blow me over but I assure you darling, I am solidly built. About as rugged as a sapling, perhaps.