"Thank you." Robin snuggled into her covers as Gwen left to get her fresh water. The drowsiness of the medicine and the fullness of the soup made it difficult for her heavy eyes to stay open. As she quickly drifted off, she could've sworn she felt the bed move...

Fever dreams were always nonsensical. Robin found herself beneath a gigantic tree with unnaturally blue leaves. The tree must've been fifty stories tall, but Robin could see the fruits it bore perfectly from her place on the ground. The tree bore every fruit Robin knew of, and then some, but some sense of dread filled her. Suddenly, Gwen was falling through the leaves and descending quickly to the ground. Robin found herself moving quickly to catch her --

Robin woke up to herself squeezing Gwen's pokemon close, protectively.

The Gabite was staring at Robin when she woke up, the rough skinned pokemon never once blanking as its golden hues focused in on the sick individual holding onto her. The day had gone by Robin as the afternoon now showed to be around the early evening time.

Gwen sat down on the couch, busy working on repairing some of her Ranger tech that had been damaged from her expedition with Noah. Parts laid out on the table as the redhead continued to tweak and fiddle with the base framework. The television was tuned to a news station that was doing a story on some parade being planned for the summer, the volume turned down low.

At Robin waking up, the ground type let out a small huff and nudged Robin's head. Gwen looked over at the two with a soft smile.

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty. I got back and you were sleeping soundly, so I let you get some rest. I'll get you some water."

She walked to the kitchen to pour Robin a cold glass of water, clad in shorts and a white tank top now. Robin might also notice that hair hair was appearing curlier and volume-heavy now. No longer the wirey and straight edge that it always had. By the time that she walked back to her, Gwen had held out the water for Robin to take.

"Here."

Gabites had rougher skin than Dragapults. Robin wasn't sure she cared for it, pushing him away as consciousness fully returned to her, and just in time to see Gwen, too. "Whatever," she croaked. Even still, she was beyond ecstatic to see Gwen. The redheaded Ranger was a saint. "Thank you." She accepted the fresh water and drank like it was the most delicious beverage on the planet. "I'm feeling less cloudy."

Her throat was hit-or-miss, but some honey and gross chesto medicine would help. Her fever was down after the soup and nap, so at least she felt functional enough to take care of herself. "I really didn't mean to make you do so much for me. It seems like you never need to be taken care of anymore..." Not that Gwen had ever been helpless, but the other girl had been aimless, and Robin had been more than happy to adopt her into her life and take her on little adventures growing up.

Now, Gwen was an established Ranger and up-and-coming trainer with a dragon focus. "Gwen, I hope I can make it up to you someday."