"But, isn't it your home?" Imogen carefully sets out the small dish, pours some water in it, and leaves a collection of berries on a piece of paper next to it. "Things are bad, but we can try to help when we get there? Won't you be missed?"

She moves back away from the food and water, giving Brighteyes a berry as she moves. She wants the little bear to have it's own of its space until it's comfortable.

"You can't really stay here, this isn't the right place for you, you need snow and sky. You could come with me, there's a place for you in the city. It isn't ideal but other people are okay most of the time. Then you can think through what you want, and I'll be your friend." Imogen smiled again, gentle and earnest with all her offers. She only took Pokemon to her side that desired her company, she didn't want Pokemon for their... usefulness. If the little guy wanted to get home, she would help. And if Cubchoo wanted to stay in the city, she would take him. All she knew is this place wouldn't be right for him to grow. And the rocks were a threat to the chilly type of Ice. She didn't need to be an analyst to figure out that chill in the air.