If it wasn’t for you, Anya would be dead. It’s as simple as that.

Anya adored every inch of you. She loved you to death. When she was down, which was basically 24/7 after Tulpar, only you could lift her spirits.

She was happy around you.

After a particularly rough day at home, the woman was in need of a ton of comforting. And you, her loving partner, were always happy to oblige.

So here you were, curled up in bed and watching her favourite comfort show. A tub of ice cream sat between you, which you were spoonfeeding her from.

“…I like this show.” Anya whispers, as if you didn’t already know.