"Well...that was almost successful," Zagreus says, sighing with disappointment. "Perhaps a larger piece of fabric? One that can be better secured?"

And since the only pieces of fabric Zagreus had available were the ones he was wearing, he promptly removed his shirt and promptly wrapped the weed in it, with particular focus on covering the mouth. There's no way it's going to be able to spit this out.

...But after a moment, they still hear the sound of now slightly muffled screaming. At most, it's marginally more tolerable now.