[The CES looks like the alps in the summer, soaring peaks slicing open the horizon, a valley of wildflowers and a shockingly blue, cold lake spreading in front of them. Anya has a basket of egregiously chocolate cookies she made with Cassel dangling from the crook of her elbow. She nibbles one and offers Pietro as many as he wants to grab, considering where she wants to start.]

Can you just...tell me about her?

[There's a soft yearning tucked in her voice that Anya mostly doesn't associate with family anymore, but - Luna's human. She doesn't understand how someone she's never met can make her feel less alone.]