[Center] [h1] Vivrynn [/h1] [/center]
Vivrynn tended to their unconscious… guest… tentatively looking over them for any bruises, which thankfully, there were none. Perhaps their body undergoes some kind of stress when shapeshifting, or the day's events were simply too much for her. There was no way of telling until she woke up. Vivrynn gently placed a damp towel over her head and fluffed her pillow in a quick exchange of moves while never making contact with their guest. 

He knelt near her while the others talked, shuffling through the box of medical supplies. Vivrynn, who is still morphed like the rest, looks at Ven and motions to the bathroom door next to the bed. [color=magenta]Agreed. You’re no use to us dead. Come on.[/color] Prongs, cotton, gauze, and disinfectant were ready. The pink ranger wouldn’t take no for an answer.
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