[ It connects easily; a memory of a day he's kept tucked away in his heart (because it will live nowhere else, joined with his mind, the anguish that comes upon imagining what those people went through) that never really comes out--it has no reason to, and he doesn't want to dwell on such pain.

But it slips there, the reminder of that chill deeper than ice. The grass around him curls, hiding in, and Lapras hums a sound at the encroaching display of emotions. ]

She's there. You don't have to worry. [ and despite that he forces out the words, yet still needing to get rid of that lump now sticking to his ribcage. Charizard lifts his head, curling it to the edge of his lap, bringing to him his warmth. We're here, the action speaks.

Calm. Right. Remember calm. ]

Do you need anyone? A friend or a doctor... Charizard and me can help them get here.

[ But then, they're so far away -- from Verens, from any of the villages. It was on purpose on his part, and for this man...? ]