A completely unexpected lightness rushes through her as he admits that he didn't take it. It feels a like relief, as if she has let out a breath that she didn't know that she had been holding. Ever since Gleb told her that she really was Anastasia, Anya has been hoping that Dmitry hadn't taken the money. It would have been insane for him not to take it. Money was crucial in surviving, but a small part of her hoped for an impossible thing, that he would think she was worth more than gold. Somehow along the way she realized that he mattered to her in a way she couldn't articulate and never thought she'd have the opportunity to.

"Because that money would help you survive," she says softly with a faint smile on her face. It's foolish to be happy at that admission, but she is. "Is it strange that I'm glad you didn't take it? I was really hoping that you hadn't, you foolish boy."

The mention of Gleb earns a bark from Pushkin who reinserts himself in the conversation by sticking his head out from under the couch. He must have crawled under there at some point, exploring his surroundings. A confused, almost guilty feeling makes her smile falter for a second. "Oh, yes, that does make sense. Gleb wouldn't keep something like this from me. He knows better."