Staring at her reflection, Anya didn't recognize herself. She had sleepless eyes and pale skin. Her hair was matted and horribly messed up. Gingerly, she touched the mirror but the door swung open, startling her.
"You'll need to shower," Xander said. "I'll have Freya help you."
"Who's Freya?" Anya felt the name familiar on her tongue.
Hurriedly, he replied, "Just my cousin."
"I'm definitely not his girlfriend," Freya chuckled as she came in.
"I never said you were," Anya retorted.
Once Xander left, Freya lead her to the tub and spread oil in her hair. She massaged the knots loose and got rid of the muck on her body. "You're paler than I remember," she mumbled.
Freya dressed her in a butter-soft nightgown. It was difficult for Anya to walk so Freya immediately placed her in bed. Sh
