Thranuilas turned his head away, but his feet slipped from the chair, and he crossed his arms on his chest. "Yeah, great." he moaned, and downed his tea. He wasn't willing to remain here any longer.
"I... I think I should go." he muttered, and pulled the robe up again to button it, but he had a bad feeling about this... He wanted to leave, but something was telling him that he shouldn't do so. As he tried to stand up, he was immediately pinned back to the chair, cringing in pain.
He clenched his teeth to stop a scream, escaping his mouth, and his fingers gripped the robe by his abdomen. He knew far too well what this was...