Svetlana hadn't been the only one who had wished for the trials to stop. Hadn't they proved themselves enough? But perhaps trials would always come. Of course the ones they faced in this world were not always of human creation, which was a different set of issues altogether. Even after being in the place for over a year, there were still days where Anatoly found it difficult to believe what happened in this place. Despite the fact that he was the dreamer, it was sometimes still slightly daunting to accept how things happened here. Magic, people coming and going at the whim of the Seal. New and unforeseen challenges they needed to face.
But one thing remained true through it all. Anatoly was not going to lose Svetlana. Not when he'd finally shaken off the prideful robot he'd been conditioned into becoming and was more the man he'd once been. Of course, he could never completely be that man again, pride was rather a difficult thing to get rid of completely. But he was doing his best in filtering it, in helping the injured and the sick with his medical skills. That was the safer path for him to take, and Svetlana, Fayina and Jelena kept him grounded. There were times where he wouldn't precisely see himself as the knight like he once had, but here, he was the knight, saving Svetlana from a curse.
Oh before his kiss broke the curse, he knew it would take time for Svetlana to get through the effects of what she had seen while cursed. He all ready knew even knowing it wasn't real, she would be more closed off, possibly second-guessing what was even real. He was prepared for that, and would be there to help her in any way he could. So when it was obvious the curse had lifted and Svetlana was seeing him again and not Molokov, a little relieved smile curved his lips.
"I know I'm strange, I can't help it." He gently rest his forehead against Svetlana's, his hand still rubbing the back of her neck to help calm her. She was clearly still in a state of shock and confusion over what had happened, but he knew his presence alone was calming to her, something she could hold onto when she needed it, and he was giving her that.
And it was rather poetic that he had once again saved her on train tracks. Though this time it was saving her from a curse instead of saving her from herself and an oncoming train. Clearly this was to be their thing, but he accepted that, much as he'd accepted countless other aspects of their lives in such regard.