“Why don’t they put locks on the sleeping quarters?”

It felt like such a benign question at the time. Something that’d randomly crop up in her mind that’d be forgotten in a blink. But now, now that Anya was stumbling, scared and oddly tired, you knew something was wrong.

“Sp…spi…” The words die out on her tongue as she stumbles into your quarters, her legs felt like she was a deer finding its’ feet for the first time.

Help her.