It was such a drastic change from his usual demeanour that such a look did not go unnoticed. He frowned, and then sighed.

"Alright, back up. Not following you now."

Even caged, the only thought going through their minds was Jiroutachi. What could he do? Healing spells worked on those cursed during the Palamede attack; perhaps it would work here as well. This called for more than the simple healings he conjured as a Pawn. He rolled up his sleeves and the living sprig of agrimony travelled down from the hilt of his knife to wrap around his wrist. It immediately attracted bees, but he kept calm. As long as he did not make any sudden movements, they did not sting him. He muttered quietly and summoned a healing circle beneath the infatuated group.