Artemis was about to ask Haku what he meant by 'items', considering Haku was, in fact, a person, but the question was driven from his mind. Much like everything else he wanted to talk to Haku about... everything he asked kept getting swept under the rug.

"I-- I'm not used to having my arms over my head for long periods of time, so no, it isn't," he looked up at Haku, silently wishing he wasn't strapped to a bed and immobile. Part of him wanted to return to the blanket they'd shared last night. But with his wrists and ankles bound, sitting up wasn't even a possibility.

He sighed slightly, "Your hand feels nice, though. On sore muscles."