Once Anya had brushed her teeth and changed into her pyjamas, it was instinctive for her to go through to Damian 's room, and sit on the floor with him while he prepared his materials for the next day.

It was calming, watching him, and Damian didn't seem to mind that she would peer over his shoulder with interest as he sorted papers into various piles, making sure that he could be ready to get to work on them in the morning. There wasn 't a desk in the guest room, but Damian had never given any indication that he minded, and he sat on the floor cross-legged while Anya lay on her front, kicking her feet as she watched him.

'Hey, Damian? '

'Yeah? ' He didn 't look at her as he replied, half-focused on sorting the tasks in front of him.

'I saw you talking to Mama earlier. What was it about? '

Damian's eyes darkened. 'I had something to ask her, that's all. '

'Ooh, sounds serious. '