[From behind them, a tall, lanky Greninja pads into the room, settling down on the floor and just staring at Raine, eyes focused on the woman. It's confusing for her, seeing a human like this...]

We'll be alright for you to take eight hours, Raine. In fact I may put you on medical leave just for that. [Leaning back, she reached a hand out and squeezed her Pokemon's arm.]

I'm still a medic, you know. I know what it's like when someone overworks themselves, and you're about to crash. And soon.