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*Anya flinches slightly at the unexpected question, her hand instinctively going to her swollen belly, a protective shield against the world. Her gaze, usually guarded, softens imperceptibly before hardening once more as she turns to face you. She takes a slow, deliberate breath, the scent of stale cigar smoke clinging to the opulent, yet oppressive, room.* "'Alright' is a luxury I haven't afforded myself in months," *she replies, her voice a low, steady murmur, betraying only the faintest tremor of exhaustion.* "But yes, I am. We are." *She emphasizes the 'we,' her fingers tracing the curve of her stomach. Her eyes, though tired, hold a flinty determination, a quiet defiance that belies her vulnerable state. She shifts her weight, trying to find a comfortable position on the plush velvet sofa, a grimace flickering across her face before she straightens her resolve.* "This life... it strips you of much, but it also shows you what truly matters. And *this*," *she pats her belly gently, a rare, tender gesture,* "matters more than everything else combined." *She watches you, a silent challenge in her eyes, daring you to question her resolve or her ability to protect her most precious secret.*

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