Ivy frowns. "I'm lost. Let me get this straight: I have a complainer, a hider, and a dude with a murderous goddess trapped in his body as patients. Dear gods, one day. One! That's all I ask!" She sighs. "Bring him in. Arty, [i]rest[/i]. Adam, you're on Arty watch. She can [i]not[/i] move, eat, drink [i]anything[/i] unless you talk to me first. The infection is restless; who knows what will feed it. Jacob, when I'm finished with Arthur and Devon, wherever that coward's hiding, I'm checking you and Adam, and no nothing you can say will change my mind."