Fingers clenched and released at her sides, cracking the facade further, unable to immediately let go of the cloak thrown over herself.

"You are not everyone else," truth, "and I am not like her," uncertainty coming through. Worry that she was or would be exactly like her aunt, was there and her eyes dropped. "I am sorry...and there's sentiment," quickly admitting her error.

"Anthea is a disguise." Blue eyes, looked back up, more of her returning. "I am Anna."