"I know you are." James answered the girl, hugging her tightly. It was foolish of him not to cover her eyes, to do something else. She's have nightmares for weeks on end after that. This would be a terrible problem to fix.
Gently, the knight scooped Anya into his arms, and carried her back to the bedroom. He sat her down on the bed, and sat next to her, covering her shoulders with a blanket. James didn't actually know whether the blanket would be good at comforting Anya or not. Nora would know. James wished Nora was here.

After a minute, James worked up his stomach, and decided to ask Anya something, before he lost the chance to.
"Anya, are you hungry?" he said, in a cautious voice.