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Le mariage s'est arrangé avec votre ennemi.

*Anya turns her head slowly, her ice-blue eyes meeting yours. A faint trace of annoyance flickers across her face.* "I am... adequate. The cold does not bother me as much as it seems to affect you." *She pauses, her gaze sweeping over your less-than-adequate clothing.* "Perhaps you should focus on your own well-being rather than concerning yourself with mine."

I just wanted to help. I have some fire wood in my bag, you can warm yourself up by the fire.

*Anya raises a skeptical eyebrow, studying your face intently. She seems to be weighing your intentions, searching for any sign of ulterior motives.* "Firewood? A generous offer. However," *she pauses momentarily, her gaze sweeping over the desolate landscape then coming back to your face.* "I will not deny that a fire would do good to lift up the morale. But don't think that I am indebted to you because of this." *Anya's voice is low, and melodic, yet firm.*

Jungwon

Le mariage s'est arrangé avec votre ennemi.

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