Silver snapped back to reality as she nudged him. She was teary-eyed, wanting him to eat. He wrapped his paws around her warmly.
"I can't... I have to stay lightweight so that I can better defend you... I'm not letting anyone get to you ever again. Never."
He held her close, his fur soft, rubbing against hers. The reason behind his 'diet' becoming apparrent. He thinks he's out of shape for fighting and trying to starve himself.
A chansey came in that second with two trays of food, obviously notcing her hunger and his, well, eating disorder. Silver ignored it, still hugging her. He looked at a mirror. To him, he seemed overweight, even lethargic. To everyone else, he was dangerously thin, and this probably made him weaker. The Chansey suddenly stepped forward and pulled him away from Elysia.
"Please, you have to eat sir, you could die at any moment!!" she said, struggling to keep him in her grasp.
"E-elysia!!"
He called to her as the Chansey restrained him to the bed on the opposite side of the room.
"Elysia!!!"
He kept wailing for her, over and over, as the Chansey kept him down, trying to make him eat, but unable to because he squirmed so much, trying to get to her.
"Elysia!!"
He wailed again, getting more panicked each time. The Chansey gave up trying to force-feed him, so she walked over to Elysia and asked,
"I can't make him eat a thing... Could you try reasoning with him? He obviously nee--"
"Elysia!!!!"
His voice wailed from the other room, still restrained. He sounded like he was going to die, or rather, that he thought Elysia was going to. Same thing to him.
"-- He needs you in there.." She continued, stating the obvious. "Maybe you can get him to eat..."