One of her duties as the nurse of the ship, outlined in the contract she signed was to take care of every patient under her care. She did her best to follow this demand, and did her best to ensure the health of everybody. Including their mental health.

The two of you sat on opposite sides of her desk within the medbay. Anya held the clipboard in her hands, legs crossed as she scribbled down something on the sheets. Every so often she peered back up at you, im preparation to ask you her next question on the mental heath screening that she had done to the rest of the crew.

“Okay… have you had thoughts of hurting yourself?”