[Rindo's not sure if Gladion, as a human, was normally that pale, but even without that point of reference, his expression tells him everything he needs to know. (When he spots the green irises, he exhales quickly through his nose, an aborted laugh that was never going to make it out whole.)
Gladion's insistence to pretend he's okay despite the obvious signs to the contrary frustrates Rindo. He gets the urge, though, so he can't be mad.]
You should probably lie down.
[He speaks at a slightly lower volume, as if addressing someone nursing a migraine. Then, he reluctantly tears his eyes away from Gladion's face and scans the room, looking for some kind of inspiration, some way to help.
A few seconds later, his search fruitless, he lets go of Gladion's shoulder and speaks again.]
Is there anything I can do? I could go get you some water or painkillers or something…
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Gladion's insistence to pretend he's okay despite the obvious signs to the contrary frustrates Rindo. He gets the urge, though, so he can't be mad.]
You should probably lie down.
[He speaks at a slightly lower volume, as if addressing someone nursing a migraine. Then, he reluctantly tears his eyes away from Gladion's face and scans the room, looking for some kind of inspiration, some way to help.
A few seconds later, his search fruitless, he lets go of Gladion's shoulder and speaks again.]
Is there anything I can do? I could go get you some water or painkillers or something…