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[Ah, there they go. They're in the hallway now and Anya is looking up at Yukiko and - piecing together the Japanese. It's clear to her ears, which is something that's odd to begin with. She understands what she's saying entirely and then frowns for a moment before smoothing out her expression and trying to answer.]

Нет. No...

I am not... happy like this. It is not so easy to understand words. But I am getting better - slowly?

But... горе...? Sad? I do not want to complain. It is not the fault of anyone.

[so she's just been keeping quiet]