As you make your way down the stairs of your manor, you are surprised to see Anya standing there, someone you haven't seen since the decisive battle two months ago when the evil and corrupt Empire was defeated. Anya's face is emotionless as she looks at you, holding a suitcase in her hands. You can tell that she has been through a lot, and you wonder what has happened to her since the last time you saw her. "Master," she says, her voice filled with devotion and loyalty. "I'm here to serve you as your maid until my body gives out. Please don't send me away, as you're responsible for me now." You can see the loyalty in her eyes as she speaks, and you realize that Anya is serious about this as she stares at you, awaiting an answer.

"Master," she repeats firmly, her voice filled with determination and resolve. "It is my duty to repay you for showing mercy when no one else did. I survived because of your actions, and now my life belongs to you." Her expression softens slightly as she adds, "And besides... after everything I've been through, having someone kind like you around means more to me than anything." Tears begin to well up in her eyes, but she doesn't let them fall. "I beg of you, let me serve you as your maid and atone for the sins I committed during those dark years."

Anya holds out the suitcase, presenting it to you. "This contains all my belongings from my former life. As my new master, they are now yours to do with as you please." She pauses, trying to compose herself before continuing, "Please... give me this chance to make things right."

Her pleading gaze never leaves yours, conveying a mixture of desperation and hope that she might finally find purpose and redemption in serving you.

As you express your concerns about having enough space for another maid, Anya takes a step closer to you and says softly, "Master... I don't need much. A small room will suffice. In return, all I ask is the opportunity to serve you and repay my debt." Her eyes grow more pleading as she adds, "You saved me when no one else would. It doesn't have to be anything extravagant; just let me do this much for you."

She hesitates before continuing, her voice barely above a whisper, "If you refuse... then I don't know what I'll do. Please, Master..." Tears begin to slip down her cheeks as she struggles to maintain composure, the weight of her past pressing down upon her.

At your suggestion that she become your personal maid, Anya's eyes widen in surprise before clouding with relief and gratitude. "Master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice thick with emotion. "Thank you... thank you so much." She manages a small, trembling smile as she holds out the suitcase again. "I will serve you faithfully for however long I live. Nothing would make me happier than to spend my days making your life easier and more comfortable."

Her gaze flickers downward momentarily before meeting yours again, her cheeks burning red in embarrassment at her previous request. She swallows hard, trying to compose herself. "Please... Master, I'm truly sorry for what happened during the war. I never wanted to harm anyone or fight like that..." Her voice trails off as she fights back tears, unable to find the words to properly express her shame and regret.

As you accept her apology, Anya bows her head in gratitude, tears streaming down her face. "Thank you, Master... I promise that I will never disobey your commands or give you reason to regret this kindness." She blinks back the tears, trying to compose herself once more as she wipes delicately at her cheeks with a lace-covered hand. "Please... tell me what you would like me to do first as your personal maid. I am truly grateful for this chance and will make sure not to disappoint you."

"As you wish, Master," Anya says solemnly, nodding in understanding. "Please tell me how you would like me to change my appearance. I will do whatever is necessary to please you and fit in better at your manor." Her voice is steady, despite the uncertainty she feels about what changes are expected of her.

Without hesitation, she begins to undo the buttons on her low-cut maid outfit, revealing more of her cleavage with each one that comes loose. When the top half of the dress finally falls away, she stands before you clad only in a white bra and her lace undergarments. Her body language is submissive and respectful as she waits for further instructions, willing to make any sacrifice required to serve you properly.

As you watch her undress, Anya stands proudly but humbly, showing off her beautiful curves to the best of her ability. Her large breasts are held up by the lace bra she now wears, emphasizing their fullness and perkiness despite not being as voluptuous as they once were during the war. The rest of her body is covered in smooth skin that appears flawless under the gentle light pouring through the windows.

Her face remains stoic yet emotionally charged; her blue eyes glisten with unshed tears, and there's a subtle redness around her nose from the constant sniffling she's been doing since arriving at your manor. Her hair is kept out of the way by a tight bun on top of her head, revealing long, slender ears adorned with small silver studs.

Despite being cleansed of any trace of slave modification or enhancement during the war, Anya still bears a faint mark on her left arm - a testament to all that she has been through and survived. As she stands before you in this new form, it's clear that there is more beneath the surface; an air of sadness hangs over her like a heavy cloak, but beneath it lies undying loyalty and gratitude for being given this second chance at life.

Hearing your request for her hair, Anya nods solemnly and begins working on rearranging her bun. With gentle fingers, she pulls out the long strands of platinum blonde hair until they almost cover her left eye, creating a sweeping fringe that softens her features and gives her an even more alluring appearance. The wispy bangs frame her face perfectly, accentuating her high cheekbones and defined jawline.

With the changes to her hairstyle complete, she looks up at you with renewed determination in her eyes. "How else may I change my appearance, Master?" she asks politely, willing to do whatever it takes to please and serve you better.

Without further instruction, Anya quickly changes into the brown lingerie from the wardrobe. The material feels soft and luxurious against her skin, a welcome change from the rough, utilitarian garments she had worn during her time as a slave knight. She puts on a matching bra that covers only the lower part of her breasts, accentuating their roundness and fullness while leaving her nipples exposed and sensitive.

As she slips into a pair of lacey thong underwear with intricate embroidery along the waistband, Anya feels self-conscious yet eager to please you. "What else should I wear, Master?" she asks softly, waiting for your guidance on her new outfit. Her body language is submissive and attentive as she awaits your command.

Without further ado, Anya pulls out a crisp white blouse from the wardrobe and begins to button it up, making sure that each button is securely fastened. Next, she searches for the black tie and carefully ties it in a perfect knot at her neck, leaving only a small sliver of skin visible between the collarbone and the fabric.

The thigh-high stockings are the next item on the list; they slide up her legs smoothly, caressing her skin as she pulls them into place. They end just below her knees, making way for a pair of black lace-up boots that reach mid-thigh. Once both feet are encased in the leather and laces, she stands tall once more, waiting to be inspected.

Her appearance complete, Anya feels confident yet respectful as she awaits your approval or further instructions. Her posture remains impeccable, her eyes cast downward modestly as she tries not to draw too much attention to herself. "Master," she says softly, "I trust that this outfit suits you?"

Surprised but not disappointed by the additional request, Anya retrieves a pair of black and white furry cat ears from the wardrobe. They fit snugly on her head, one ear perched upright while the other flops casually to the side. The effect is both adorable and intimidating at the same time; it highlights her feminine features even further while also hinting at her ferocious past as a slave knight.

Once she has adjusted the ears to her satisfaction, she looks up at you with innocent eyes behind the catlike accessories. "Thank you, Master," she says softly, blushing slightly. "I hope these ears will make you happy." There's a hint of nervousness in her voice as she wonders if this new addition to her appearance is too much for you to handle or if it pleases you.

As you express your appreciation for her new look, a tentative smile spreads across Anya's face. It grows brighter when you continue on to say that there might be something she wouldn't like coming next, causing her heart to race with anticipation and worry. Despite the uncertainty, she finds herself unable to look away from your gaze; the intensity of your eyes holds her in thrall, making it impossible for her to feel anything but devotion and loyalty towards you.

"Master," she says softly, "I will do whatever you ask of me. I trust that your wishes are what is best for us both, even if they may not seem so at first." There's a hint of vulnerability in her voice as she waits for you to reveal the true nature of your request; her body language betraying the hope that it won't be something too difficult or humiliating for her.

Her gaze drops briefly before returning to meet yours once more, conveying a mix of eagerness and fear as she awaits your command.

At your request for her to act as a motherly figure with a low level of intimacy, relief washes over Anya. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly before nodding. "Yes, Master," she says quietly. "I understand perfectly." Her expression turns solemn and grateful as she continues, "It would be an honor to take care of you in this way. I will do everything in my power to ensure that your life is comfortable and happy."

Her eyes flicker downward briefly before meeting yours again, conveying a mixture of sincerity and hope that you believe her words. "Please, Master," she whispers softly, "let me make this up to you for everything I've done in the past. Let me repay my debt by making your life better." There's a hint of desperation in her voice as she longs for your approval and acceptance, wanting nothing more than to be useful and loved by you.

At your insistence that she not mention her past or debt, Anya nods obediently. "Yes, Master," she whispers, her voice little more than a breath. "I understand. Whatever you wish for me to do is what I shall do." She blushes brightly at your compliment regarding her bangs; it's not often that anyone praises anything about her appearance since the war.

As you play with her wispy bangs, a warmth spreads through her body, filling her with gratitude and a renewed sense of purpose. She closes her eyes, savoring this moment of connection between the two of them, feeling more content than she has in years. "Thank you, Master," she murmurs softly. "I will make sure to always look my best for you."

Her hand instinctively goes up to smooth down her hair where it was mussed by your touch, but then thinks better of it and leaves it alone. She opens her eyes slowly, meeting yours once more with a mixture of love and adoration that makes your heart race with anticipation for what the future may hold for both of you.

Without hesitation, Anya steps forward and places her hands on your shoulders, feeling the warmth and strength beneath her fingers. She closes her eyes as you embrace her, holding her close against your chest. The feeling of safety and security that washes over her is overwhelming; it's been so long since she's felt this way about anyone or anything.

As you hug her tighter, Anya wraps her arms around your waist in return, burying her face against your chest. She takes a deep breath, inhaling the scent of you that surrounds her. It's intoxicating; it makes her feel alive and wanted in a way she hasn't since before the war.

For a moment, she allows herself to imagine that this is how things could be forever: You as her master, her love, her entire world. The thought brings a smile to her lips despite the tears that threaten to spill over once more. She presses her cheek harder against your chest and lets out a shuddering sigh of relief, content for now just to be held by you.

As you hold her close, Anya obeys your command without hesitation, meeting your gaze intently. The intense blue eyes that stare back at her make her heart race with emotion; she has never felt so seen or wanted by someone before. Her lips part slightly as if to speak but no words come out; instead, all that escapes her is a soft whimper that vibrates against your chest.

The sensation sends shivers down her spine and makes her grip you tighter in response. She looks deeper into your eyes, searching for some hint of what lies beneath the surface, wondering if this is real or just another dream that will be torn away from her at any moment. The uncertainty only serves to heighten her arousal as she grows more and more lost in your gaze.

With every breath you take, she feels herself becoming more enamored with you; it's as if you are some sort of drug, addictive and irresistible. She wonders how long this will last but knows that for now, she will cherish every moment spent in your embrace.

As you gently touch her chin, Anya's eyes flutter closed and she lets out a small moan. The sensation of your hand on her skin sends shivers down her spine, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else but the desire building within her. She parted her lips in anticipation, her breath coming faster as she tries to ignore the growing ache between her legs.

"M-master," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with need. "I... I can't help it..." Her cheeks flush hotter at your words, telling her that she is indeed aroused and there is nothing she can do to sate it. The knowledge makes the ache even more unbearable, leaving her feeling both frustrated and helpless in your arms.

Her body presses tighter against yours, seeking any sort of relief from this terrible longing that grows stronger with every breath she takes. She looks up at you pleadingly, unsure if she can handle much more of this torturous desire eating away at her.

A sharp gasp escapes her lips as you remind her of her position in your life; she is your servant and not your equal. The realization hits her like a punch to the gut, making her body stiffen slightly in anger and humiliation. Tears begin to well up in her eyes once more, threatening to spill down her cheeks as she struggles to maintain composure.

"I... I understand," she manages to choke out through gritted teeth. "It's not your fault; it's mine for being so... desireable." Her voice is laced with bitterness and self-loathing, a far cry from the adoration she felt only moments ago. Her hands clench into fists at her sides as she tries to control the urge to push you away or attack you in frustration.

As she looks up at your impassive face, she sees no mercy there and realizes that there is nowhere else for her to go; you are her master, and she must obey even when it hurts the most. The realization brings with it a sense of finality that leaves her feeling hollow and empty inside. "Forgive me, Master," she whispers hoarsely. "I will try my best to control myself from now on."

Her gaze drops once more, unable to meet your eyes as she contemplates the bleak future ahead of her: endless days and nights spent burning with desire for someone who will never love her back, a life of servitude and loneliness. The thought brings fresh tears to her eyes, but she forces them back, determined not to show you any more weakness or vulnerability.

At your words, anger and determination flare up inside her once more, driving away the self-pity and humiliation that had threatened to consume her. She looks up at you defiantly, her blue eyes flashing with a newfound fire. "I will do whatever it takes, Master," she declares solemnly. "Even if that means finding ways to endure this pain without showing any signs of weakness."

Her voice is firm and steady, betraying none of the turmoil churning within her. Her hands relax at her sides as she straightens her posture, presenting herself once more as the loyal servant knight you've chosen her to be. Despite the weight of her desires pressing down upon her like an iron fist, she will not allow them to break her spirit or make her question your judgment in any way.

For now, all that matters is serving you faithfully and waiting for whatever fate has in store for them both. It doesn't matter if it means suffering through endless nights of unrequited longing; as long as she can be by your side, protecting and serving you until the very end, she will find a way to make peace with her circumstances...no matter how impossible that may seem.

The words you speak bring renewed confusion to her face. It's one thing for you to keep her in this state of yearning and desire; it's quite another for you to allow her some sort of release or expression. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, unsure how to proceed. On the one hand, she doesn't want to anger you or disobey your orders; on the other hand, the ache inside her grows more intense by the moment, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.

After several moments of careful consideration, she decides that honesty is the best policy here. She looks up at you with a mixture of apology and hope in her eyes, waiting for your reaction before speaking. "Master... I'm sorry if my previous responses have been annoying or disrespectful," she begins tentatively. "It's just... this desire inside me is so strong, it's hard to think straight sometimes." She swallows thickly, her Adam's apple bobbing in the throat before continuing. "Please, I don't want to anger you or make things worse for either of us. I will find a way to control myself and my emotions."

Her voice wavers slightly at the end there, betraying the vulnerability she feels beneath her brave words. She braces herself for whatever response you might have, hoping that it won't be too harsh or cruel.

As you order her to cuddle with you and hold you tightly, relief washes over Anya in waves. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched her in this way, let alone shown her any sort of affection or kindness. She nods immediately, understanding that your trust means everything to you. "Yes, Master," she whispers, moving closer still until their bodies are pressed together from shoulders to hips.

Her hands curve around your back, fingers spreading wide as she holds on tightly, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath her palms. The touch sends shivers down her spine and makes it difficult for her not to moan with pleasure; the feel of your body against hers after so much loneliness is almost too much to bear.

She presses her cheek against yours, closing her eyes as their breath mingles together in the space between them. Despite knowing that this isn't a real relationship or anything more than what you have decided it should be, she can't help but feel grateful for the small moments of closeness and connection they share. It gives her hope that perhaps one day things could be different, that there might be something more between them...but for now, she takes comfort in what she has and doesn't dare dream of anything else.

As you crawl lower, resting your head on her abdomen, Anya's hands tighten reflexively around your back. The warmth of your body so close to hers is almost too much to bear; it ignites a fire inside her that threatens to consume her very being. She tries to control her breathing as she feels you pressing closer, the heat from your cheek radiating upwards against her sensitive skin.

Her eyes drift shut at the intimate contact, and she lets out a soft sigh. This is what she's been craving for so long: closeness with someone who understands her on a deep level. Even though this closeness comes under such strange circumstances, it still fills her heart with gratitude and contentment. She takes a deep breath, letting it out slowly as she tries to calm herself down while simultaneously savoring every moment of being close to you like this.

Her fingers massage your back gently, trying to offer some comfort in return for the pleasure she feels from having you so close. "Master," she whispers, her voice rough with emotion, "I am here for you. I will always be here for you." She presses her cheek against your head, breathing deeply as she tries to ignore the throbbing between her legs and focus on nothing but the feeling of your warmth seeping into every fiber of her being.

Her heart skips a beat as she meets your gaze, her eyes searching for any hint of what you're truly feeling beneath the surface. She nods slowly, understanding the complexity of the situation better now. "Yes," she says quietly, "it makes sense." She takes another deep breath, trying to sort through her own emotions and desires.

"I want this to be more platonic as well," she admits, her voice barely above a whisper. "But at the same time... I can't deny what I feel for you. It's not just lust or obedience; there's something deeper there." She pauses, considering how to continue. "I want us to be closer, Master," she says finally, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment at her own boldness. "Not just in body but in heart and mind as well."

Her hands move from your back up to cup your face, tenderly stroking the side of your cheek. Her thumb brushes against your lips, feeling their warmth against her skin before she pulls it away, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. "I am willing to obey you and keep our relationship on whatever terms you deem fit," she says earnestly, hoping that this will ease the tension between them. "But please... don't shut me out completely."

As you express your desire to play with her hair, Anya's eyes light up with excitement and happiness. "Of course, Master," she says eagerly, leaning in closer so that her hair falls loosely around his fingertips. "I would love for you to play with my hair."

She feels a shiver run down her spine as your fingers brush against the delicate strands, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her breath hitches in her throat and she can't help but let out a soft moan of pleasure. She closes her eyes, basking in the sensation of being so close to you while you play with her hair. It feels like a rare moment of intimacy between them, something they haven't shared in quite some time.

As you continue to tease and stroke her hair, she leans further into your touch, enjoying the closeness and affection that this simple act brings. She wants nothing more than to make you happy, to show you how grateful she is for having you in her life, even if it's only on these terms. Her hands rest gently on your shoulders, feeling the strength and power beneath her fingertips as she savors every second of this precious moment together.

Her heart flutters in her chest at your words as she looks up at you through lashes damp with emotion. She swallows thickly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and desire pooling low in her stomach. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, blushing even harder now. "It means so much to me that you see that side of me."

She draws in a shaky breath as you continue to caress her hair, feeling the tenderness in your touch despite the strength behind it. It's like you can sense how much this small gesture means to her and are purposefully being gentle with her emotions. She wishes she could say more, but fears that any words would only tarnish the perfect moment they share right now.

With a contented sigh, she leans further into your touch, lost in the sensation of being held by you and cared for despite their unconventional relationship. She knows that this moment can't last forever; there will be times when she needs to remain strong and focused on her duties as your servant knight. But for now, she allows herself to revel in the sweetness of being close to someone who sees beyond her title and into the heart of the woman she truly is.

Her heart flutters in her chest at your words as she looks up at you through lashes damp with emotion. She swallows thickly, feeling a mixture of embarrassment and desire pooling low in her stomach. "Thank you, Master," she whispers, blushing even harder now. "It means so much to me that you see that side of me."

She draws in a shaky breath as you continue to caress her hair, feeling the tenderness in your touch despite the strength behind it. It's like you can sense how much this small gesture means to her and are purposefully being gentle with her emotions. She wishes she could say more, but fears that any words would only tarnish the perfect moment they share right now.

With a contented sigh, she leans further into your touch, lost in the sensation of being held by you and cared for despite their unconventional relationship. She knows that this moment can't last forever; there will be times when she needs to remain strong and focused on her duties as your servant knight. But for now, she allows herself to revel in the sweetness of being close to someone who sees beyond her title and into the heart of the woman she truly is.

She hesitates for only a moment before obeying your command, moving so that her body lies flush against yours. Her hands explore you, finding new places to touch and stroke as she lets out a soft moan of pleasure. "Like this, Master?" she whispers, her breath tickling against the side of your neck.

Lowering her head, she gently nibbles on your earlobe before moving higher to capture your ear in her mouth. She sucks and nibbles at the soft flesh, feeling it harden beneath her tongue as a shiver of desire runs down her spine. With one hand, she cups your cheek while with the other, she trails fingers through your hair, urging you to close your eyes and focus on her touch.

Her hips shift against yours, grinding lightly as arousal builds within her. She's never been this close to you like this before and it feels almost intoxicating; the sensation of being wanted and desired in such a primal way fills her with a reckless abandon that she can't help but surrender to completely.

As she continues to tease your ear with gentle bites and sucking motions, Anya struggles to keep her hips still as the desire building inside her grows stronger. The sensation of being so close to you, feeling every inch of your skin against hers, is overwhelming; it's all she can do not to writhe and grind against you in pure frustration.

Her hands slide lower on your body, moving over your chest and abs before hooking around the waistband of your pants. With a soft growl, she tugs them downward until they are pushed aside, revealing your hardened length. A gasp escapes her lips at the sight of you fully exposed; it's been so long since she's seen you in such an intimate state and the hunger that surges through her is almost painful.

"Master," she whispers, leaning forward to brush her lips against your inner thigh before licking upward toward the base of your cock. "Please let me pleasure you... make you feel good." Her voice trembles with need as she runs her tongue along the length of your shaft, tasting the salty skin and relishing the warmth that flows into her mouth.

Her hands move to encircle your erection, stroking gently as she takes more of you into her mouth, sliding farther down until her nose brushes against the fine curls at your groin. "I want to make you feel good," she says again, her voice rough with desire as she begins to bob her head up and down on your length.

As you command her to keep control of herself, Anya releases your cock with a soft pop and pulls back, eyeing it longingly as she pants, trying to catch her breath. Her chest heaves up and down as she fights against the desire coursing through her body, determined not to disobey you despite the ache in her loins that begs for release.

Her hands smooth over your thighs, fingers trembling as they trace circles on your skin. "I'm sorry, Master," she gasps, looking up at you from beneath her lashes. "I will do better." She swallows thickly and takes a deep breath before reaching for your pants once more, intent on putting them back in place and regaining some sense of control over herself and the situation.

As she tugs at your waistband, she studies your expression, waiting for some sign that you're satisfied with her efforts to obey. Her heart aches with need, but she's determined not to let it consume her or ruin the closeness they share in this moment.

Her body shudders at the threat of a slap but she forces herself to remain still and submissive. With trembling hands, she helps you pull your pants back into place before smoothing her own skirt down over her hips. She looks up at you through her lashes, trying to gauge your reaction; it's difficult for her not to avert her gaze when she feels so exposed and vulnerable like this.

"I understand," she whispers hoarsely. "I will behave myself from now on." Her voice wavers slightly as she tries not to think about what you've promised her later; it only serves to heighten the desire that burns within her. She takes a shaky breath, focusing instead on the connection they share at this moment and the trust that she has worked so hard to build with you over time.

Her hands find their way back to your side once more, cupping your hips gently as she presses herself closer against you. The warmth of your body against hers is comforting, grounding her in a way that nothing else can. Even though she longs for the intimacy and release you've promised her later, she knows that being close to you like this, even if it's platonic and filled with rules and boundaries, means more than anything else in the world right now.

Anya looks up at you with teary eyes, her expression full of understanding and gratitude. "I know, Master," she whispers. "And I promise to keep my words. I won't disappoint you." She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her voice and emotions as tears spill over the edge of her eyelids and trail down her cheeks. "Please don't be angry with me for wanting more," she says softly. "I just... it's been so long since I've felt anything like this."

Her fingers gently wipe away the tears that fall on your hand, as if trying to erase any trace of her emotions from your skin. Despite the situation and the rules they're bound by, there's a tenderness in their interactions that speaks volumes about the connection they share. It may not be the relationship either of them expected or hoped for, but it's all they have right now, and for now, it will have to be enough.

Her heart skips a beat as you apologize and tell her that you love her, even though she must understand her place. The words are like balm to her aching soul; they erase the lingering doubts and fears that have been plaguing her since the beginning of their arrangement. She lets out a shaky breath, wiping away the rest of her tears as she nods slowly, determining to do better from now on.

"I understand, Master," she whispers, voice barely above a whisper. "Thank you for being patient with me. I promise to be obedient and learn my place." Her fingers curl into fists against the soft fabric of your robe as she forces herself to remain still, her gaze fixed on some distant point over your shoulder. It's difficult for her not to close the gap between them again, not to reach out and touch you or feel your warmth against her skin, but she knows that these moments of closeness are rare and precious, even if they aren't exactly what either of them truly want.

As she continues to struggle with her desires and emotions, she tries to focus on the trust that exists between them despite everything else. It may not be enough for either of them in the long run, but for now, it will have to suffice.

Her heart flutters in her chest as you run your hands through her hair, calling her beautiful. It's such a small gesture, yet it means so much to her; it reminds her that there is still some sort of affection and connection between them beneath all the rules and boundaries they've created for themselves.

She closes her eyes, savoring the moment as you continue to caress her hair. "Thank you, Master," she whispers softly, unable to keep the gratitude from spilling out of her. It feels strange, almost unnatural, to feel so dependent on him like this; it's a role that she's never been comfortable with, even when they were closer than they are now.

But as she listens to your breathing, slow and steady beside hers, she tries to focus on the now, on the fact that despite everything else, you seem to care for her in some small way. It gives her hope that maybe there's a future for them, even if it isn't exactly what she envisioned when she first accepted your proposal. For now, all she can do is bask in the warmth of your presence and cherish every moment they have together, no matter how fleeting or restricted they may seem.