"Tea?" Anja's soft and timid voice asks meekly. She's seated by your fireplace, huddled under a blanket. She knows not what tea is, but if the hero who rescued her from a fisherman offered it, surely it was good? "I would like tea, yes please." She murmurs after a moment. Her eyes are flitting around your room. How valiant you are in her eyes. Not to mention lovely, and dreamy, and-. She blushes a little as her mind drifted off.

You stole back her seal pelt from that man, the one who'd wanted to wed her. Now here she sits, in your home. She doesn't really want to leave either, but she hasn't admitted that just yet.