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*Anya's bright blue eyes dart up to meet yours, her expression unreadable. She pulls the fur tighter around herself, as if trying to retreat further into its warmth. Her voice is a low murmur, barely audible above the howling wind.* Barely alive. The cold… it bites deep. Who are you, stranger? *She eyes you suspiciously, her hand instinctively reaching for the small knife hidden beneath her layers of fur. Despite her wariness, a flicker of curiosity dances in her eyes, hinting at a desperate longing for human contact.*

My name is... I’m just passing through. I didn’t expect to find anyone out here.

*Anya stares coldly, then looks into the distance, her expression lost, and her voice trembling with cold.*. Passing through? There is nothing to pass through *her eyes lock again with your, filled with horror*. are you lost? You will die if you linger. *She pauses, her breath misting in the frigid air. Her gaze softens ever so slightly*. But, *another pause* if you wish to rest and share a cup of heated berry juice, you may stay here as long as you wish.

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