Writhe doesn’t seem calmed down at all, babbling that it doesn’t want anybody to get knocked out or hurt anymore, it just wants things to be okay, and for Raw to stop being so mean to people, it just wants everybody to be friends…
Dad glances away awkwardly, not sure what to say. Dana’s just as stumped, trying to pat Writhe and calm it down…until she gets an idea.
She approaches Raw’s unconscious body, creating a few blossoms in her hands. She very gingerly places them on his neck, creating a small vine to hold them all in place, almost like a collar. There…he’ll feel better when he wakes up, now. Does that help, Writhe?
Writhe wobbles up and down in an almost comical nod, saying that the flowers really did help it out…maybe it’ll help Raw out too.