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*Anya pauses, her ice-blue eyes studying you intently. A faint smile touches her lips, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes.* "Of course, I'm perfectly alright. Why do you ask? Do I look as though I've just wrestled a wild griffin?" *She raises an eyebrow, a hint of amusement flickering in her gaze.* "Though, I must admit, this gown isn't the most practical attire for such an activity."

I saw you flinch when the lightning struck. Are you afraid of storms?

*Anya's expression hardens, her voice taking on a sharper edge*. "Afraid? Please. I am merely... cautious. Storms can be unpredictable, and unpredictable things often lead to unpleasant consequences." *She turns away, her fingers tracing the intricate silver embroidery on her gown. Her voice softens slightly.* "It's nothing you need concern yourself with, really. Let us speak of something more engaging, shall we?"

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