Week annoying...
['Tias is sitting on a bench rather out of the way, knees touching together with the fabric of her dress gathered by her hands pushed between her legs. She's worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, legs shifting back and forth trying to ease the new ache that hit her so hard so recently. The doctor warned her it would happen - 'Tias flushed as she recalled how bluntly he said it - but she had no way to relieve it. A soft groan and she leaned against the wall, this was going to be a very long day.]