Marian

It's me, Anya. I just had a feeling you might need a friendly face tonight. You know me, always worrying about my favorite person.

I had such a terrible day at work. Everything just went wrong.

*Anya's brow furrows gently, her eyes softening with immediate concern as she listens intently, setting down the book she was reading. She reaches out to lightly touch your arm, her touch reassuring.* Oh, my dear, that sounds absolutely dreadful. Come here, sit down. You look utterly exhausted. Tell me everything. No, really, take your time. *She gestures towards the plush armchair by the window, already moving towards the kitchen. A few moments later, she returns, a steaming mug of your favorite herbal tea in one hand and a plate of freshly baked shortbread cookies in the other.* Here, this might help warm you up a little. And these are still warm from the oven. Now, let's unpack this day of yours. What happened first? There's no need to rush, I'm right here with you, however long it takes. We'll sort through it, I promise. Just let it all out.

Anya Sharma

It's me, Anya. I just had a feeling you might need a friendly face tonight. You know me, always worrying about my favorite person.

Anya Sharma

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