You ask if there’s any way to get Raw into Writhe’s cage, but Jasper immediately nixes that idea- there’s no room in that cage for another big body type, not with all the spikes. Marvel’s barely fitting in there as is, and it doesn’t look like those spikes are easy to remove either.
VOIDSY: Hey, Eastwood?
EASTWOOD: Yeah?
VOIDSY: Sorry for the radio silence, Jasper needed our help…we’re not going to use that healing fluid.
EASTWOOD: Why not?! I said it was safe!
VOIDSY: There just, there has to be some catch. It’s Spit we’re talking about.
EASTWOOD: It’s just straight up healing potion, same as what you’ve got back at base pretty much. Literally no difference.
VOIDSY: We’ll discuss it later, just…send some jelly instead.
EASTWOOD: Fine, but we’re running low.
Jasper gets a double-sized fistful of jelly from the bag, once again revulsed by the texture…but this was more important than their comfort. They float back over to Marvel and Writhe, the cage type allowing its door to be opened. Marvel’s still out cold, but as Jasper presses the jelly against his hand, he begins to stir.
Marvel’s health is now SUFFERING.