Ruvean's tied up, arms behind his back. He's been silenced, like a more compact version of the spell, he can't hear and the spell catches all his words, blindfolded. He's got smell and taste left. He flinches at touches only because he doesn't know when to expect them. He's familiarized himself

with Elior and how they touch, the second set of hands confuse him at first. He's always down for more and doesn't mind the surprise third, though he wonders who it is. He gets to smell them and even lick a hip before his hair is grabbed and his head yanked back.