If I'm going to catch cold then I certainly already have.

[But, ughhhhh, he's right; if she stays out much longer then all her layers will stop doing her all this good and the rain will get to her arm and it will be a great and terrible hassle.]

The Pokémon Center isn't too far off, though, I think. Are you done?

[Her Stufful is currently on its back in the mud. At Noa's beckon, though, it rolls over onto its side and flails its way back to its feet while Noa watches. A deeply minimal effort to shake any of the mud off is made before it trots to Noa's heels.]

That's Violet.