A wealthy couple stood over the bed of their young child, a boy of only 8 years. He lay bundled in his covers with eyes closed, beads of sweat soaking his face and shirt collar. It was a simple fever but it didn't stop the couple from worrying about their only baby. In the corner of the room stood a young woman with her head bowed and her mouth shut. She twitched nervously in her silence, casting her eyes up for a second before looking at the ground again. The man rested his hand on his wife's shoulder for comfort then turned and left, descending the steps to his study to catch up on work. Alanya turned to follow him out but the woman stopped her and called her to her side. "I need you to run and get these things for my baby." Without even looking at Alanya she held out a piece of paper which was accepted quickly. "As you wish." She bowed her head and left the room, grabbing a bag before stepping out the door. The brisk night air didn't phase the young girl, her pokemon side being a fire-type. Her uniquely colored eyes read the words quickly and surely, setting off in the direction she would find what she needed.