[He doesn't actually know what he did, but whatever it was he's glad it made Anabel laugh. If only for a few seconds. The feeling of not belonging is still present, though he lets one errant thought pass through his mind; her bed is way more comfortable than his.]

[Glad to let the subject drop, Nanu gives one more huff of irritation before they move on. While he'd like to think the pack of fools won't succeed, he also knows some people come from worlds with much more powerful abilities than theirs. And if Anabel's condition takes a drastic turn for the worse, he'll know what happened, and there will be hell to pay.]

[The angry thought is interrupted by Anabel's denial of..."treatment". He arches an eyebrow and gives her a look, not too far off from the kinds she gives him when he's being difficult about his own well-being.]

She'll be upset no matter what. If you let her help, she's probably be less worried.

[There is a not-subtle-at-all tone to his voice, telling her it's better than nothing. Encapsulated or not, the bond they share with their pokémon is bound to already have alerted Weavile.]

[Though, his eyes drop as she continues to talk. The silence that follows is full of hesitation, knowing the unfortunate truth of her words. He's always wondered if she would have been better off being transported to a hospital instead of Interpol. If that would have allowed her to have more control over what she had left.]

You've made plenty of your own choices. [Which he believes; it isn't a lie to placate her. But his solemn voice probably doesn't help. He's interrupted by the pressure he suddenly feels on his back, glancing to see that she'd moved closer as he was distracted.] It's...it's just been one hell of a year.

...Aren't you warm enough as it is?

[He makes no attempt to move, however.]