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[Shiemi's eyes drop from Ingo to the bed, and then up to Chandelure. Her eyes fix on the Pokémon for moment before head drops down to the bed. A case this grave. Tears well up in her eyes as she lays her head down to rest. The girl's hands grasp the fabric on the bed. Silver. Silver is pale, bedridden, unconscious, hurt. He's a million times stronger than she is, and he's like this. And she can't- she can't do anything. Maybe if it was a sickness or a wound she could gather a few plants, or make a tea... Nothing. There's nothing she can do, and she continues to be useless. Shiemi doesn't blame anyone. That's not her style. Except herself. All this training, all this leveling up - it means nothing in a situation like this.

Her grip tightens on the fabric, and a tear stains the bed.]