It was by this point that Pollen felt the burns on her skin, truthfully. Her main priority was still the plants, though- the burns, she'd recover soon enough, or she'd chrysalize next match.

Knock on wood.

But, Aethril had recommended she visit the medics anyways, to check on herself, wash down those injuries, perhaps. She had the idea to perhaps request that there be a small field of plants, too- she could help grow them, if they didn't make her too tired, too. But how many would know her brand of magic? How much magic was even out there?

Pushing it to the fringes of her mind, Pollen entered the back rooms of the coliseum, eyes and ears open for any signage for health. Would they be waiting for her? Taking a few cautious steps, Pollen cast her voice out with a "Are there any medics available?"

Maybe one would be right there, and she'd be lucky. Or maybe they'd all be busy, tending to other patients... Well, the burns would be fine, after all (or so she convinced herself).

It didn't hurt to get some healing, though.

@Vivilene

i need someone to look into my eyes and tell me
Long ears flicked back and forth.

For now, it was quiet-- the way Vivilene liked it. Many fighters had gone back into their chrysalises-- which couldn't be helped, she supposed --and others hadn't come by yet, or perhaps didn't intend for it at all, or perhaps they wanted to keep the scars bold and fresh.

Now, though-- now someone was asking if anyone were available. Vivilene looked around the corner, she looked left and right, and then with slow steps she emerged into sight. "I'm Vivilene," she whispered, a breeze almost drowning her out.

The fighter was... small, and burnt. Vivilene knew burns but she hadn't seen, well-- so many. She stepped forward carefully with her pale brow furrowed, looking down. She'd need cold water, first, and the poultice made from the thick, brown roots in her garden. She'd brought some of it with her, but now she was wondering if she really had enough.

Worrying. ".. sit down?"



"girl you know you gotta watch your health" @Pollen

Pollen blinked hard at the sight of Vivilene. Oh- yeah, that's about what she imagined a medic would look like, after all. "Hello!" the muta squeaked back- a little louder than the poor hybrid might've been used to, but who was she to know?

Vivilene was so careful, and Pollen was interested, eyes wide and ears perked. Sit down? Okay. Set into motion, Pollen glanced left and right before finding a worn stone bench to seat herself on, promptly placing her hands on her thighs and drumming.

"You should've seen the other guy," she laughed softly. "I don't think I got hit that bad, but I might need some help getting my garden back together- especially this whip..." She pulled up the arm with the broken vine for example, turning her forearm this way and that and letting the plant dangle.

If Vivilene wordlessly directed her to hold anything up or move, she would without question- and, if burns were touched? She'd hiss and wince, but she was dealing with it. She'd be fine, really! Just needed to recover, a little bit. Her plants were her current concern, anyways.

Even if she had her priorities wrong, at least she was here in the first place.

@Vivilene