Watching as Thygor and Asara both ply their respective 'charms' on their unfortunate guest, Cyria can't help but feel sorry for him.  Asara had all the insidious charm, dexterous grace, and implied danger that her kind were known for, and Thygor was...well, Thygor.  Even without doing much, she knew the effect her appearance could have on some people as well, and she had to admit that the three of them made for a rather unwelcome sight to be placed between, as all three were obvious predators.  As he proceeds to spill most everything of relevance that he could likely tell them about his group, Cyria goes back over and compares what he's said to the few scraps of information they know.  "White Wings confirms what we were told earlier.  Nine total fits with what Alura said; she likely wouldn't have spotted our friend here.  Two opening the well, four outside, two in the house, and this one on patrol in the field.  This is likely as good as we're going to get, boss."<br/><br/>Moving closer to Dart, Cyria slowly circles behind him.  "Unfortunately for you, that means it's time to come with me.  While it's likely little consolation to you, understand that we can't have you running about and potentially tipping them off or causing other mischief.  Loose ends and all that."  Stepping up behind him, Cyria practically walks over him as she seizes him with the middle four of her lower legs, clutching him tight to her lower body.  Other than the implied danger, it's not at all uncomfortable; Cyria's lower body is covered in what is effectively long, somewhat stiff hair which Dart is quickly half-buried in.  Moving with the ease of someone who has obviously done this on more than one occasion, Cyria turns and makes her way to the nearest tree, her movement quickly turning ninety degrees as she scales the trunk and branches without difficulty.<br/><br/>Stopping about thirty feet off the ground, she carefully tests a few branches before satisfying herself with one almost as thick around as Dart is.  Gingerly moving out to it, she lowers Dart down and carefully balances him on the branch before she lifts herself up and her abdomen arches up above him.  Her spinnerets begin to produce a comparatively thin thread of silk, which she anchors to the branch below him.  What follows is a graceful display of balance and dexterity as she proceeds to circle the branch several times, securely anchoring his legs to it.  Untying the ropes around his hands, she grabs them and secures them to the other side of the branch with a much larger wad of webbing.  Taking another wad of web into her hands and proceeding to work at it with her fingers, she circles around below Dart and pokes her head up next to his.  This close, if he looks carefully he can see the flash of a pair of much longer fangs in her mouth as she speaks, just inches from his neck as she whispers in his ear.  "Don't worry too much about Thygor.  I'm almost positive he wouldn't be able to climb the tree without bringing it down on top of him, and he'll likely be too occupied with your friends to worry about you.  Now, I'd advise you to close your mouth, unless you like the taste of silk."  Bringing her hands around, she fastens the gag she fashioned around his mouth and lower jaw, fastening it to the branch below him.<br/><br/>Slipping down to the ground on another thin line of silk, she lands softly and moves back over to the spot where she had been keeping watch on the farmhouse.  "Well, their eyes and ears are blind.  How long do we want to be waiting on this?  Alura sounded rather...occupied, so they could be quite a while before they finish up in there.  Although, if what the little one said was true, they may have no intention of letting them leave once they're, ah, finished with the fairies."