Slop and the clowns start heading out, one of them, Numfi, staying by the side of the bed. She reaches out and brushes a sleeve against Primus’ face after magicking away the fluid stains, muttering soothing words in an effort to calm him. The tent type can’t help but cry a little at that, but seems grateful to have the physical comfort right now.
You really wish you could do the same for him right now, but having a giant clown play the direct role of caretaker will just have to do.