Devon steps out of the shadow he slept in, and freezes when seeing Arty asleep on the couch. He rubs his eyes, and looks again, trying to make sure that he was seeing right. "Art? How....what? But she....I saw her body....she was dead....how did she....?" He walks up to her, and the bracelets jingle. He jumps, and looks down at his wrists. [i]"Should probably give these back...."[/i] He takes them off, and slips them back over her wrists. "Has she had any ambrosia or nectar for her blood loss?"