with a reverence unimpaired

Is the fae enjoying her aggravation, delighting in driving the usually unassuming baker deeper into her frenzied discontent? "Have you ever considered not giving people over to your mysterious tree monster? And feeding it, I don't know, a deer instead? What does it even do for you, in return?" Is she yelling? Not quite, but there is a sharp edge to her voice. "I certainly won't understand if you never explain anything." Grinding her teeth in frustration, Amalia stares daggers at the grinning fae, more bewildered by the moment. "I don't know your culture. But I want to learn. Because like it or not, we share the world now, and more and more of us are you to come into your woods and interfere with your customs, especially if you refuse to tell us what they are." Amalia Her eyes, they know too much. She'll treat you like somebody but you just can't touch.