"Lloyd?" Anya's haggard face brightened. "Spike didn't say it was you!"
The demon never even looked at Giles. After watching the darkness swallow them up, he began to laugh. Of course the trials were hers. How impossibly arrogant of him ever to believe otherwise!
He sat in the cave mouth for a long time, waiting for whoever or whatever was coming back to him. Because he knew she'd come back. His real fear was how.
When Anya(nka?) came stumbling out of the darkness, bloody and bowed but whole and unbroken and touchable, he realised the how didn't matter. Not anymore.