[ She's never surprised that he takes better care of his team than he does himself. She's offered the argument before of taking care of himself -- better, of course -- is showing his team that he cares about them just as well, but she's attempted every angle. Anabel only considers that he might not be interested out of his own stubbornness... or, more specifically, she feels that way even more because of it. If he wouldn't make himself more comfortable for himself or his pokemon, would he do it for her?

Oh, she hoped so. She hoped so, so very much. ]

Am I ever uncertain in regard to something that is important to me?

[ She doesn't mean to be so... proper right now. It's not easy to talk like this, though. Anabel smiles warmly, unable to cease with her bright and widespread grin even as she tries to ease it into something more manageable. She feels so strongly for him and only a single word really can describe it, though she hesitates to let it in just yet. Not quite now. ]

It's alright. Haven't you heard Raikou? Sometimes it sounds like a strike of thunder. If you find you're uncomfortable, I won't hold it against you for coming back into here, but... in the meantime, I would be delighted to lay beside you.

[ Just like her to push it as far as she does, embarrassing to an extent of utter devotion with her. Anabel squeezes his hand back, poking her fingers through his, flexing them playfully. ]