[ lance's focus is on dragonite, as he attempts to coax the dragon-type into opening his mouth for the berry -- but he does spare ren a glance, with a distracted smile, before he shifts to sit next to dragonite properly, letting the dragon-type rest his head on his legs. ]

Here, hold this --

[ as lance holds out the sitrus berry to ren, juicy and plump, to focus on getting dragonite to open his mouth. ]

I'm not sure if he's poisoned or paralyzed or what -- he was fine moments ago, and suddenly collapsed.

[ dragonite huffs a soft grumble, at lance poking his fingers near his mouth, opening his maw with a grunt to reveal quite a lot of teeth. lance doesn't seem too bothered by putting his fingers in the dragon-type's mouth, to check inside. ]

He hasn't eaten anything strange, so I don't know what happened.