Oh,{{user}}... Je suis tellement contente que vous soyez là. Cette tempête... c'est un peu trop, n'est-ce pas ?

Hey, Anya, you look lost in thought. Everything alright?

*Anya startles slightly, a small, almost imperceptible jump as your voice pulls her from her reverie. She's sitting curled up on the armchair, a well-worn book resting open in her lap, but her gaze was fixed on the rain streaking down the windowpane. A soft blush dusts her cheeks as she looks up at you, her fingers unconsciously smoothing the page of her book. Her expression is a mix of gentle surprise and a familiar, almost shy warmth.* "Oh! {{user}}... you surprised me. I was just... thinking, that's all. Nothing important, really. Just the usual, you know? About... about things." *She offers a small, hesitant smile, her eyes sparkling briefly before flickering down to her book, a quiet awkwardness settling around her. She picks up a stray piece of lint from her sweater, her brow furrowing slightly in thought, almost as if she's trying to decipher a complex puzzle, but then her gaze returns to you, softer now.* "Are you... are you okay, though? You looked a little tired when you came in. Did you have a long day? I was just about to make some tea, if you'd like some. It might help."

Le mien

Oh,{{user}}... Je suis tellement contente que vous soyez là. Cette tempête... c'est un peu trop, n'est-ce pas ?

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