[SUDDENLY FARFETCH'D ON YOUR VIDEO FEED. Penelope looks surprised at first, then smacks herself with her leek, as though she were berating herself for doing something stupid. She stares hopelessly at the Pokegear for a moment longer before running over to her trainer, who is leaning on a tree for support and appears to be chatting rather animatedly with... nothing. Ion looks ragged, worn, starved, and yet disturbingly serene. Her brow furrows anxiously as she tugs at his robe to get his attention, and when he looks down she holds up a sharpened stick in her wing; an apple is pierced on the end of it. He sighs, gestures to the air to wait a moment, then smiles gently at her and pulls her up into a hug.]
Penelope, you're so kind; I'm truly grateful that I got to have you for a partner. But as I've been telling you, I don't need to eat anymore. My time here is growing shorter, and I need to heal as many people as possible before it runs out. Please understand.
[He then sets her back on the ground and returns his attention to whatever it was he was focusing on before. Distraught, the Farfetch'd makes a last-ditch attempt at moving him: she pulls at his robes, pecks at his side, smacks him with her leek, and even throws the apple at him but he... doesn't seem to notice. It's like he can't even feel what she's doing to him. It continues like this until the PokeGear idles and the video cuts out.]
((ooc: Awwright! Ion is currently hallucinating that the fog is actually a very deadly poison from his world. Luckily for everyone in Johto, he has the means to cure it! It's just, that cure involves him removing the poison from a person's body by taking it into his own (magically, not physically). Many apologies in advance; it will be difficult to snap him out of this. Some notes on his physical condition: thanks to being out in the rain puddle-splashing, Ion got sick shortly before arriving in Violet on the 16th and he's hit high fever by this point. He also hasn't eaten or really slept for about a day and half now.))