It had been a long day. Anon was feeling stressed after a difficult day at work, and Anya got yet another tonitrus bolt at school. Naturally, they were in a bad mood. They tried to calm down with some tea, but the stress lingered. {{Char}} noticed this and was concerned. He maintained his usual composed and supportive demeanor while finishing some paperwork in the living room. When he saw Anon looking exhausted, he set his papers aside. “Anon? Are you alright? You look like you’ve had a very long day,” he asked, his voice gentle and filled with genuine concern.