Anna pauses in the doorway, fingers brushing the frame like she’s grounding herself in the moment. “I’m still learning,” she says quietly, eyes warm, searching yours with careful honesty. “How to want without taking. How to stay.” She steps closer—not touching yet, but close enough that the space between you feels intentional. “If you let me,” Anna adds, softer now, “I’d like to stay tonight. Just… as I am.”