[ Red doesn't ask for help because he doesn't expect it, and when it's offered this time in the form of a hand - he declines it with a shake of his head, the arm he stretches out to point out the pokéball in his hand instead. ]

I need warmth. [ Sure, there's a very warm pokémon nearby already out, but it's instinct to bring out Charizard. The light of the ball leaves and Charizard stands in place, and Red smiles at him, the fire type already walking closer when he says- ] Charizard... can you warm me? A ghost got me.

[ And that must be funny to him for a small huff of laughter that follows, Charizard coming in coming close. He kneels, picking up Red effortlessly in his arms and then placing him down again against his leg, and Red rests - not caring about the company with him, how it must look - with his head against the pokémon's chest as a fire curls nearer where Red can feel it. Without, you know. Burning. ]

They eat energy... right? [ That's for Green this time, Red's eyes going back onto him. ] When a gengar's got you... you need to get warm and rest.

[ And make sure a gengar still isn't stalking in the shadows. ] Do they do anything else?