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[latiosite]

[ Just well enough. Not perfectly if Anabel (and a few others like Acerola) might be made an exception. Although she'd never complain about that considering it works in her favor. He exudes a certain warmth that she has difficulty understanding, more so in a moment like this. Is it just in her head? It feels like it's all just... just that. Feelings.

She lightly groans and nods into something more like a lazy nuzzle. ]

More comfortable than I've been all day. [ Languid, like the words aren't coming to her. ] Wait--?

[ It takes her a moment for that, too. She gets what he's doing and it touches her still, perhaps more because she's hardly lucid now. It's been slipping for a while but her fever's gone around to a point where her body feels like chills are running through it. She tilts her head up and over his shoulder, though the weight remains. ]

Hey, Nanu? [ It's a little casual in how she says it. Innocent, if not uncertain. A kind of tone that she doesn't often get. ] You like being with me like this, don't you? Guzma's not wrong, so...I wouldn't be... I wouldn't mind. If you wanted to. Just so you know.

[ulaulakahuna]

[She's losing her grip, and he knows it. Though still a little tense sitting where he is with Anabel leaning into him without abandon, he lets her move and shift into whatever sleeping posture she finds comfortable. (Nanu takes her word for it; he's not about to argue the point.)]

[Weavile carries the ice pack to him, the worry for her trainer no doubt motivating the speedy delivery. He nods his thanks, reaching out to take the freezing item as Anabel starts to speak again. With a vague grunt indicating he was listening, he prepared to place the ice pack on her forehead when the rest of her sentence spilled out of her mouth.]

[Ironically, he freezes for a moment; mouth turning to a thin line and eyes widening almost comically as he blinks several times in succession in trying to process what she just said.]

[He clears his throat.]

You're really burning up... [he mutters, gently placing the freezer pack across her forehead. It's just the fever talking, that's all.] ......Go to sleep, Anabel.

[It's...it's just the fever talking. He pats her head in an attempted comforting manner. She doesn't know what she's saying. It's just the fever talking.]

[latiosite]

[ She's not sure if it would be comfortable if she didn't feel so absolutely exhausted, but even that thought isn't there. It's a certain blankness as he eyelids become too heavy to lift, like everything is velvet soft and dark even though she's still aware.

Weavile pauses in her scrambling, eyeing Nanu with concern as if she's telling him she knows he's taking care of her trainer. The feathers on her head are nearly wilted and her tiny shoulders are pulled in. Sableye's outside the door, claws at the frame while she thinks she's being just as subtle as Weavile thinks she's being. On the way that she skitters off, she peers over her shoulder before disappearing off with her favorite partner-in-crime.

The coolness of the ice pack is pleasant but she barely notices it. His voice nearly reverberates in her mind, cutting through anything else. She manages a soft mmm but she's already faded to a point of deadweight, silent as she fully drifts off, curled against him.

She might not entirely remember all of this tomorrow, but she certainly won't bring it up. ]