Yngvi. ( She corrects herself, though it's Weird. )

I am very well, thank you. Doing a great deal of guard duty.

( That's... not entirely honest. Physically she is very well. Emotionally nad mentally she would rather not consider how she is. Certainly not losing her mind over Cosima's wellbeing, over Coupe's, over a good many others she's come to consider friends and those that she might not know but who are still people of the Inquisition, people she must stand by. )

It is... hard to feel useful during times of medical crisis, when ones skills are so entirely lacking in that area. I find myself in conflict with myself.