Rolled her eyes for last time, and put her back correctly, looking at him now. Obvserving, in silence at first, since she was scared of openup with Dmitry, somehow, Anya was interested about his thoughts. If he was going to help her to be ANASTASIA or being an GRAND DUCHESS in general, his opinion mattered, right?, even when she wasn’t agree with him, which was mostly of the time. More relaxed, and not so violently, the orphan decided to broken the silence. “ do you really … believe I can find them? ” her question, even her wasn’t sure of what she was refering to, if her family or her answers. Something, inside of her, a little voice, was constantly bring her back to reality, saying that probably,
she isn’t Anastasia, that her family was gone for good. that she was destined, after all being only ‘ Anya, the orphan’. that it was useless. She swallowed and shook a little bit her head, to clear her thoughts.
Hands clasp tightly in his lap, thumbs twirling. There is a part of him that doubts, after all how could there not be ?? Yet —— he can’t simply let this go. It’s not only because he is invested ( or that he’s desperate for the money ). Dmitry WANTS to see this to the end, to know if they truly did find Anastasia … or at least someone who could be. After all, with a lack of memory —— PARIS being the only clue, she could be anybody. “I believe you’ll find something, Anya. No matter the outcome —— you’ll know more than when we left Petersburg. && that’s something right ??” A sigh, his feet uncross ( always so fidgety he is ). “As for the Dowager we definitely will be seeing her — which is why we need all the time to PRACTICE that we can get.”