Adam nods to what Artimes says and shuffles back to his room guiltily.
Leila nods to Artimes. "[color=66c266]Then stay [i]very[/i] still,[/color]" she says. She closes her eyes and sticks out one palm face-down in front of her, and thick branches begin to spiral around Artimes. They gently bind her to a very strange-looking stretcher, which Leila promptly motions towards the rooms. "[color=66c266]This is just to keep you from opening those cuts,[/color]" she explains, eyes closed.