Get help.

"MARA!" You scream, running over to Selas' door and ripping it open. "Mara, somethings wrong!"

The floor rumbles and shakes beneath you. Coming around the corner, with her skirt hiked up and Grimmsby right on her tail, Nanny Mara rushes towards her charge. "Oh my," she says, taking one look at the pained Selas behind you, and rolling up her sleeves. "Grimm, get him out of here. This is not a place for someone like him right now."

The wail of agony roots you to the spot. "I am not going anywhere Mara."

But you don't really have a choice. Slipping behind you, Grimmsby puts their stubby hands on your legs and pushes you forwards. "Come along, Sir. This is women's business. Best for beings like us to not get involved."

"No. Grimmsby, get off me! Mara! MARA!" you yell, trying to brace yourself against, only to have the door shut in your face. Angrily, you grab onto the knob and turn it, but it's suddenly jammed and will not move. Slamming your fist into it, you demand to be let in. "Mara! Open this door! Mara!"

"Leave it be Sir," Grimmsby drones, taking a robe for you from one of the other servant demons. "I'm sure the Mistress is in the best of hands. Miss Mara will have her a steady as a rock in no time."

You growl and glower at them, before snatching the robe out of their hands and throwing it on. "Would you be able to know when it's over in there?"

"I'll have you notified the moment the door unlocks Sir."

"See that you do," you grunt, giving the door one more look before stomping away to go pace a rut somewhere.