After Wiflor suddenly attacked his assistant, it all became clear to Atticus. Something was wrong with her. He didn't know what, but something was wrong. "I think I see... you want me to imprison you because something is wrong?" Suddenly, there was a commotion in the hallway.<br/><br/>"Please, sir! Get in bed!"<br/><br/>"You're still not fully recovered!"<br/><br/>"We assure you, she's fine!"<br/><br/>Suddenly, a familiar person was in the doorway; Cyrus. He smiled once he saw Wiflor, stumbling over to her and giving her a hug. A few maids and assistants stood in the doorway, frightened. They had heard of her attacking another assistant. "See, sir? She's okay. Get in bed." One woman said.<br/><br/>Atticus cringed when Cyrus hugged Wiflor. "You might not want to do that. I don't know what's wrong with her, but she attacked one of the assistants." To take precautions, Atticus cast an imprisonment spell on her. It took precious mana, but he wanted to avoid another incident. Wiflor would find herself completely unable to move. Cyrus scoffed at Atticus.<br/><br/>"She wouldn't hurt me." He tried to pick her up, but failed. His strength was almost nonexistent. "We'll put her in my room. Like I said, she'd never hurt me." Atticus shook his head.<br/><br/>"Well... I suppose you're right. She did attack a stranger, so it stands to reason she might not attack you. That imprisonment spell should last an hour with the mana I put into it... so okay." He gestured towards Wiflor while looking at an assistant. He gulped and picked Wiflor up. The others avoided him like he had the plague.<br/><br/>"C-Come on sir..." He said shakily, taking Wiflor and Cyrus to his room.<br/><br/>"Bring her some food... she looks starved." Cyrus said as he looked at Wiflor, who was frozen in plae. A maid came in half an hour later with a plate of meat, leaving it very quickly before the spell would wear off. She shut the door, locking it at Atticus's request. Cyrus was lying in his bed fast asleep. He had a lot of recovery ahead.