Grinfletch rolls Oliver on to his back and places a blanket under his head.
Don’t you worry, Oli, Ishzu says you’ll be alright. You just had your mind melted a bit… hmmm…
Grin, ignoring Ishzu and Ander for the time being, puts on the Black velvet mask stitched with silver thread and wraps his cloak around himself, willing it to a velvet black with silver ribs that run across its insides. If he holds it out to either side, they will look like bat wings. For now, he awaits Oliver’s wakening with the intention of scaring him for a practical joke when he does. He figures that Oli would most appreciate a good-natured laugh once he comes to.
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