Adam nods to what Artimes says and shuffles back to his room guiltily.
Leila nods to Artimes. "Then stay very still," 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. "This is just to keep you from opening those cuts," she explains, eyes closed.