Trystan checked his supplies, suddenly realized he was lower on morophine than he had thought. He turned back down the hallway, thinking he should at least let the two more experienced people know of his plans. He walked back to their room, opening the door. The words seemed to stick in the doctor's throat. His eyebrows cocked up in surprise at the scene before him, suddenly feeling an embarrassment he hadn't felt in a long time. His face was tinted red, his eyes focusing on his feet. Had he really walked in on something as private as this? His feet wouldn't move, he felt glued to the floor, blushing furiously now.