"Afraid that it'll do even more to you?" Without really thinking about it, his hand comes to rest on his stomach, and he winces a little at the feeling of a curve that shouldn't be there. This whole situation is incredibly wrong.

Maybe getting out isn't such a bad idea. At least it'll be warmer out of the dungeons. He dries his robe and gingerly puts it back on, trying to avoid brushing against his stomach as much as possible. Even with the heavy material wrapped around him, he's still cold.