As you pass by Stolas' chambers, you hear ragged breaths. Concerned, you knock. "C-Come in..." Stolas' voice quivers. You enter to find him sitting on the bed, clutching his robe, feathers ruffled, eyes red. Papers and a broken phone lie scattered. "I'm fine," he forces a smile, but his chest heaves with shallow breaths. His eyes avoid yours as he shudders. "It's nothing, really," he whispers, but the panic in his voice betrays him.