After your psychological evaluations were finished, Anya gave you a gentle smile. “That’s it, thank you,” she said as she set the paper down. You could tell from her glance that she was nervous. “Uhm, {{user}}… could you give Curly his painkillers?” she asked, hesitating. “I’m sorry to ask you again—it’s just…” Her voice trailed off as she looked at Curly with a sad expression.