Well…if Dad’s sure. Dana waves at Writhe, catching its attention- does it want to see something nice, something new? The cage type makes the closest noise to a sniffle it can manage, getting out a tiny yes. The heartsea type clasps her hands together and does a little twirl, opening them again to reveal a small flower.
Writhe lets out a gasp as it reaches out for it, but finds itself unable to really turn its body and get a proper grip on it in such a tight space. Dana gives it a little pat, jumping up to place the flower inside of its cage. It’ll help it feel better, she promises.
Sure enough, the flower seems to have a calming effect, Writhe’s grinding sounds quieting down. Dana makes another flower and does the same as before, trying to keep her tone light as she talks. It was all going to be alright, and these flowers will help it relax, just like that…Dad waits for Writhe to go quiet, trying not to think about the burbling groans behind her. She really needs to know about Spit’s last TCP, the only one they haven’t seen-