Ah...maybe they'll be helped then, or there's some kind of cure to be found.

[Or the Pokemon will be locked in the dank meme vault and never be spoken of again.

She shifts, head tilting up to watch the sky, expression thoughtful.]

...Hey, Ken. When this is over, why don't we just go back to my house and stay there for a little while? Just to relax, no worrying about traveling or weird happenings. I'm getting a little...tired. [Of all the events.]