Sigrun walks over to the sheet and stands behind it, poking her head through the large hole torn through it.<br/>"Why do you keep calling me Merit? Or is that your name?" she questioned, cocking her head slightly as she continues. "Are you one of those animal people that say their name constantly? Or are you speaking in third person incorrectly?"<br/>After a few brief moments she removed her head from the tapestry. Another idea sprang to mind, as she once again dislodged the sheet from the grasp of the clothesline. She wrapped her left arm around Ahmaht's, and then began to pull him toward Larea, shortly afterward releasing him from her grasp. Finally, she tosses the sheet into the air as it drapes over everyone's head. With a quick tug, everyone is awkwardly close together, shoved through the hole in the bed liner. This way, no one can walk off, and maybe the golden haired girl will speak now! Or, well, so she... thought would work with extremely flawed reasoning.