The elevator doors slide open to reveal the very troll Roland was on his way to comfort. He doesn't much look like himself: his hands are balled into fists, his lips form a thin dark line around fangs bared more than usual, and his eyes have gone dark. The sclera, usually a muted yellow color, has shifted until its tone almost matches the bright red of his iris. It gives his eyes a wild, burning look that doesn't lessen when he sees Roland in front of him.

Instead he steps out of the elevator, closes the distances between them, and presses his face hard into Roland's chest. The whole of him shakes. His breathing is slow, measured, but very ragged.