Night fell.
Anya's supernatural ability left her feeling refreshed and at ease.
Inside the tent.
Duncan carried a bow and sword, while the Crow Queen, Triss, gently adjusted his armor. As her pale fingers touched the red mark on Duncan's neck, she couldn't help but roll her eyes at him, speaking with a soft tone of admonition, "A great battle is imminent; how can you indulge so recklessly?"
This must be due to Anya's charm; when we return, she'll get a proper talking-to.
Nearby, Anya was half-kneeling, fastening Duncan's waist armor. Upon hearing this, she trembled slightly, genuinely afraid of the Crow Queen, Triss.
Duncan grasped Triss's pale hand, smiling apologetically, "I was infatuated with beauty; it's not her fault."
"It's no problem."
"Just a little warm-up for the bones."
On hearing this, Anya's eyes, like blossoming peach flowers, instantly sparkled with anticipation, eager to serve further.
