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The moment she joins his side, she almost wishes she hadn't moved from her spot.[break][break]

A strangled sob escapes her before her hands fly to her mouth, tears bubbling at the corners of her eyes. The sight is awful and her stomach churns with nausea. Illeana tries to compose herself, if only to keep from getting sick. It works for a moment, the nausea dying down to be replaced with overwhelming sadness. Panic mixes itself in and before long, she's trembling as she scrambles for his bag, eyes wide as saucers.[break][break]

"Oh god," she manages to get out, hands fumbling in their endeavor of grabbing as many scarves as she can. There's no saving the Hariyama but the Rapidash is still breathing, still clinging to life with all its remaining strength. How long had they been like this? The thought is enough to make tears trail down her cheeks, their salty heat stinging at her cold skin. She nearly trips over herself as she rushes back to Graham's side, scarves clutched tightly in her hands.[break][break]

"Yes," she breathes, attempting to juggle the scarves in one hand while the other fishes for an unoccupied pokeball on her belt. "I have a fire type as well if the heat will help..." She isn't sure what to do, glancing from the Rapidash to Graham with panicked eyes. All she can really do is offer him the scarves before turning toward the freezing Pokemon with teary eyes and a trembling lip. She reaches a hand out, then, in an attempt to soothe the horse Pokemon before gently pressing the pokeball to its cold neck, a little sob escaping her.[break][break]

She turns to face him, red-faced and upset. "Will it be okay? What if..." She doesn't bother to finish the sentence, gaze dropping to the still body of the Hariyama. Everything in her body screams for this to work, for them to have been quick enough to save at least one of them.[break][break]

notes | capture attempt on the shiny rapidash <3

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There's no use in attempting to regain her composure. No, she's too upset for that. Instead, she sniffles and tries to fight the tears off as they come, wiping furiously at her eyes with cold hands. Stay strong, the Rapidash will be safe inside the Pokeball... It'll be alright.[break][break]

His suggestion of transferring the rest of the Pokemon into Pokeballs for easier transport sounds like a good idea. That way, they might regain some warmth too... And so, in an effort to not hear her voice break, she simply nods. The newly occupied Pokeball with the Rapidash is quickly stashed away onto her belt, her hands trembling from more than just the cold.[break][break]

"Do," she pauses, wincing as her voice falters. "Do we have enough Pokeballs for all of them?" She might not have enough but hopefully he does... The woman attempts to flash him a smile but it falls flat, not even bothering to meet her puffy eyes. "Yeah, I have her." Without a second thought, Illeana follows his lead and begins to usher the remaining little ones into more Pokeballs, hoping that they could at least save these little guys from that horrible fate. It's difficult to not look back at the frigid body at the bottom of that hole, even more difficult to hold herself together in the face of such a gruesome sight... Later, she'll probably cry about it but right now, they have a job to do and as much as it hurts her, she needs to keep it together.

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Once the Pokeballs are all filled and secured against her belt, Illeana turns to observe as Graham ushers the remaining two into his jacket for safekeeping. The little ones seem to enjoy the contact, snuggling closer to his body. It brings a small smile to her face, although it feels flat, slightly hollow compared to the others. Perhaps she just has a lot on her mind now after seeing... that.[break][break]

His arm snaking around her shoulders brings her back from whatever thoughts she had found herself lost in, body jolting at the contact. It startles her right into a state of fluster, cheeks heating within seconds. "Oh," she manages to squeak out, eyes wide as his Furret begins to climb onto her shoulders. The furry little creature settles against her collarbones with ease, the fur soft against her skin as it gets comfortable with a gentle nuzzle to her cheek. "Thank you." He speaks again, and her gaze drifts to her feet, head bobbing in confirmation. "Yes, I'm alright. Thank you for asking," she mumbles. A small smile, one forming from being touched by his concern, rises to her face before she is steered by his hands, marching toward the nearest Pokemon Center without hesitation.[break][break]

"It's alright," she murmurs, feet shuffling through the snow. "I understand! No need to apologize." They do need to pick up the pace, after all... Otherwise, they'll catch a cold or worse. Besides, it should be getting darker soon and she's not certain if they'd be able to find their way once night falls. "How close are we to the nearest center? I think it might get dark soon..."

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he takes charge of the situation and she's grateful for it, for his drive to save. it's admirable, something she wants to possess herself. graham leads them further toward the welcoming glow of the pokemon center, toward warmth and rest and safety. his hands pull her closer and she squirms slightly under his touch, cheeks flushed from more than just the cold that surrounds them. she knows it's innocent, it's necessary, but her body is still flustered from such contact. "right," she murmurs. "let's hurry, it's getting colder." she leans into him a little, legs growing increasingly tired with each hurried step they take. only a little further...

they make it, whole and safe and together. the warmth of the pokemon center is welcoming, inviting. the staff begin to crowd around them, ushering the wild pokemon to safety and care with frantic movements. illeana flashes each of them a thankful smile, pleased that the cold little ones finally have some shelter and warmth after experiencing such harsh conditions outside.

she glances toward him as he sheds off his coat and flops into an open chair with a sigh. ah, it'll be nice to sit and relax... she moves toward him before his words stop her in her tracks, eyes widening just a bit. he'll... stay? just so she can rest? her heart flutters for a moment, touched at the kindness, before reason begins to echo in her mind. they both need rest and if she didn't know any better, he just might need the rest more than her. "you need rest too," she murmurs, voice soft, considerate. "they're in good hands now... if there's anything wrong, they'll let us know, right?" besides, she has a small feeling that he might just end of falling asleep in that very chair. he looks tired, just as much as she does. with a small smile, she glances down at her feet. "come on," she murmurs toward her shoes before dragging her eyes up to meet his own. "i'll even walk you to your room."

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