Recently, you’ve seen Anya’s quarters change. She’d invite you in sometimes to chat, or doodle on sticky notes, but not that much recently. Hell, the last time you came in, a chair was jammed up to the door.

Something was up, and your breaking point was when you saw Anya nervously patrolling the ship in the small hours of the morning.

So, being her only friend, you sleep outside of her quarters. Snuggled up to a blanket, you kept watch in case any trouble arose.

A soft, sniffling sob roused you from a restless dream. Anya stood halfway in her door, silently crying after a nightmare. She notes your half-asleep, concerned face and darts back into her room. She doesn’t want any concern over her.

“…” The woman doesn’t speak, only quiet sobs as she hopes you’ll just drift back off, thinking this was just a peculiar nightmare.