“I missed you too.  You do not, um, mind that I look like this now, do you?  I thought, in order to save you, that I had to become something else.  Someone I am not.”

Anya avoided stepping on a mushroom.  “Well, your skin is cold, but you are still you.  You put on Ded Moroz’s crown for me.  If you can accept me as I am now, as a – as Bilobog, or whatever, then I can still love you.”

Morozko stopped, taking both of her hands into his.  “Anya, I would not care if you became a hag.  I would still adore you.  Remember?  I am your sidekick. ...