A.N. Erina is Anteaterina from episode 2 and this particular personality and ship is a product of klondikeaura on tumblr, also known as Klondike Aura here

Explaining his memories of the Story is a difficult and drawn-out process. Even if it wasn't such a sensitive topic for Autor, his recollection of the time is fractured and disjointed. He's lucky to remember as much as he did, considering most didn't remember any of the events.

In the back of his mind, he waits for such ramblings of his to be dismissed. Even if he leaves out that detail about Erina being an Anteater for a while, he knows it is too fantastical to believe. It's not the first time he's been regarded as mad and it won't be the last. Still there's a certain bitterness to this telling. It will be unpleasant to lose her support after growing so used to her presence.

Strangely enough though, she never rolls her eyes or huffs in disbelief. Dark eyes only bear into him with an intense fascination as she combs her hair with her fingers. When he reaches the end of her tale, she has only one question.

"And then everything just disappears?"

"Not really. The town changed, but most of it was still the same like the–"

"I don't mean that." Erina shakes her head. "All those hopes about being a story-spinner, that research, it just went poof didn't it?"

Autor wets his lips. "I guess they did."

"It's a wonder it didn't kill you."

"I guess it is." Autor lies. In reality, it's not something you would consciously think about. Maybe in the middle of long nights when hopelessness stalks you like predator just waiting to pounce, but most of the time the weight of living can push aside such worries.

"Do you miss the story?"

"It was better for me to move on. Fairytales are nice, but whenever you stick with one story for too long, things begin to grow stagnant. Maybe one day I'll be able to return to the Prince and the Raven with the same enthusiasm, but for now I'm more intrigued by any future stories."

Because now I get to experience them with you.

The second half of his statement goes unsaid, Autor desperately trying to look anywhere but at her. Eventually though he flits his gaze towards hers for a half a second.

Time seems to stop. Then slowly, a small smile paints Erina's lips, and it becomes infinitely clear that she understands.