Anya continued crying after her father reassured her and went to get something. By the time he came back, her raucous bawling had turned into soft sobbing. The sobbing slowly turned into quiet sniffling before Anya acquiesced to her breakfast. She took the stein with trembling hands, and sipped from it. Still trembling, she brought it closer to her lips and the time in between sips lessened until it was nonexistent.

It had been a while since she had had so much available to her, and she was practically starving. While somewhat reluctant, Anya couldn't stop herself from drinking all that was laid out for her.

She did manage, however, to stop for a second in the middle of her meal to say something.

"Thank you, papa."