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[Silver is Silver is Silver. Upon finally waking up, he immediately tries to pull himself up... And it's a bad idea. His head spins. Despite the fact that he's awake, he's still very weak, and trying to act like he's not gave him a big reminder of that. He rethinks his actions and slowly pulls himself up into a seated position.

So where is he? What time is it? How long has he been out? ...Where's his journal? That's the most important thing right now, he has to-

There it is.]

[His handwriting is downright awful, but it's legible, especially since he's slow enough about it. And he only has one thing to say.]

Is it over yet? None of you died, right?

[The you is directed at the people he knows, but he is far too drained to make that distinction or ask much else. ...Might be a good idea to let him know just how late to the party he is.

Or visit him. There's always the visiting option, although that option might not be pretty; as long as it's been, it still doesn't change the fact that he more or less looks like he's about to die, like he won't open his eyes if he closes them again. He barely even has the energy to hold himself upright.

But company would be nice, especially since he's... Not exactly going anywhere. He has his Pokémon, of course, they're all but hovering over him because he's okay and he's finally awake (jeez guys, calm down,) and he even has Chandelure in his arms (because he needs to be reassured that everything's alright and that he Did Good,) but it would be reassuring to see that everyone's, you know. Okay.

And absolutely not the other way around, because he's totally just tired.

Yep.]

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[Make himself...

Oh. Right. He. He slows down. ...And stops.

At least he only finished off a third of it. ...Maybe half. ...Not all of it, anyway.]

You haven't had anything to drink in days, have you? No wonder. [How is he not dangerously dehydrated by now?] I'll get you something else when you're through then. Do you feel like you can eat?

[There's no escaping the fussing now. Even if he doesn't want to eat, Mia brought things for his pokémon too. A while ago she learned what Murkrow and Feraligatr liked, and she tried to match it. Sneasel gets eggs.

...And then she looks at Chandelure with a frown of consideration.]

I don't know you, do I?

[He is not dangerously dehydrated or starving or any of that stuff because bullshit, okay]

...Yeah. [In fact, food sounds amazing right now.

...But after a moment and hearing Mia's next words...] I think Chandelure likes the same kinds of things that Murkrow likes. ...He's Ingo's Pokémon.

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[For Silver she has...well, a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, and an apple if he wants it. She tried to think of things that would be easy to eat for him.]

I'm sorry if it isn't, ah, what you want. [More sorry than she'd have been two weeks ago; she doesn't look him in the eye.]

[...She is nursing him back to health. She is giving him food.

And he'll take it. He reaches for the apple first- he loves apples- And is about to outright devour it before remembering that he should eat it slowly.

It's not bread, soup, and water. That's a reason to love it by default.]

[She gets tired of bread, soup, and water too.]

Hello. [To Chandelure.] It's nice to meet you.

[While Chandelure might have had some other reaction under other conditions, he simply nods his... Body... Head...? -He nods. He looks pretty nervous and fussy, no doubt for obvious reasons. Reassurance does its work slowly.]

Silver says you...you eat souls. Life forces. Is that true?

[Don't worry, Silver. It will go somewhere good.]

[Yeeeesss kind of but I'm pretty set for a while uh

why do you ask]

I didn't bring any of those, but you may choose from what there is here instead. All right?

[Look, she's even smiling at him. Apparently she is well-aware that the decision Silver made was 1. entirely his and 2. probably the best one in the circumstances, because circumstances on that draft were pretty dire.]

[huh

well

well okay

(Mia, you rock, just saying. Thank you for making Chandelure not feel bad. Thank you.)]

[Small successes are good for her, too. The smile fades into a far-off expression, her eyes drifting to stare at Silver's wall instead.]

[It takes a while. Silver's preoccupied with his food and slow on reactions to begin with, but sooner or later he notices Mia's expression.]

Are you okay?

Hm? [Though she didn't hear him, she has an idea of what he wanted to know.] Oh, it's nothing.

[And he deserves better than that from her.] Thinking about...what happened on the draft.

...What happened, anyway? [After he was gone. Did everyone leave? Or...]

Some people evacuated. ...Others didn't. Most of the doctors and healers stayed to try to find a cure for the disease.

[...] Yourself included.

[And yet she made it out okay, so that must be good news.]

Mm. [She nods, folding her hands in her lap and looking down at them.] They were going to...to destroy the enclosure if we failed.

[With us in it.]

[...He knows the horror of what happened. He has first hand experience about how awful it would have been if that got spread around and understands the logic of destroying that infection entirely.

But it still doesn't sit well with him. He keeps quiet and tries to keep a straight face on, but... He's not sure what to say.]

People were still fighting, but we...they raised the limit on our abilities to nullify them entirely. [In case that's a bit much for him right now:] No Psynergy - no magic. And if we failed and didn't manage to get away by a certain time-

[Four days later she still has a lot of trouble talking about it, actually.]

And you stayed? [It's far more difficult than it should be to hold back his frustration upon hearing that.]

Yes. I believed we would succeed.

[It isn't Silver she looks at for the next part.]

But I would not...have stayed to die.

[...And she doesn't have to. There's not a moment's hesitation in his response.]

Good.

[He's the only person she admitted that to. That her ultimate choice would have been to accept the blame for failing. In his condition she really shouldn't be telling him any of these things, but for some reason it's easier with him.

She's very sad though.]

That would've been the smart move, but in the end, it worked out anyway, so there's no need to fuss about it.

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