[ . . . that's embarrassing, isn't it? Anya recognizes her words distantly, remembering back when she still had all of them, and she finds herself both embarrassed and endeared by it. Her expression softens, the lines of worrying disappearing a bit.
Automatically, she reaches out to hold onto one of Alicia's hands with both of hers even as she nods.]
It is.
What Anya is feeling is... радость? Ah - it is like...
no subject
Automatically, she reaches out to hold onto one of Alicia's hands with both of hers even as she nods.]
It is.
What Anya is feeling is... радость? Ah - it is like...
I am glad that we are friends.