Midway through a rather nice poem about the moon on still water, she hears the shrill cries and thumping of a Pokémon battle. (In the park? At this hour?)

...concern?

She bookmarks the book, tucks it into her bag, and approaches with caution.

The battle, such as it is, looks rather lopsided; three fat and aggressive Pidgey are assailing a Litwick with gusts of wind which send its flame ribboning through the night air, while it meeps at them in distress. 

In theory one is supposed to be respectful of wild or unattended Pokemon and not go meddling in their affairs and definitely not get into altercations with them.

In practice, those little meeps.

"Hey! Shoo!" she says, swinging her bookbag at the feathery bullies.

The Pidgey are unprepared for the intervention of a kaiju sixteen-year-old girl with a bookbag! They scatter.

She crouches down by the little candle, trying to make herself small and nonthreatening. "Are you okay?"

Tiny meep.

"Poor thing!" She holds out a hand. "I can... I don't know... I don't have any supplies with me, I've never had to treat an injured Pokemon before... I can take you to the Pokemon center and see what they have to say about you, I guess?"

While she speaks, the Litwick slowly sidles closer to her hand, until its smooth round body is nestled against her palm. It meeps again, more firmly.

Very carefully and tentatively, she scoops it up.

Small cozy meep.

Okay. Pokemon center, anyone?

She knows her way to it; in fact it's just north of the park.

When she enters, the Nurse on duty looks up from a crossword. "Welcome to the - oh dear, you look complicated. Where's its ball?"

"I found it being harassed in a park and I didn't have a ball on me."

The Nurse frowns. "Well... hmm. Does seem to like you."

She rummages through her handbag and retrieves a pink heart-patterned Pokéball, then places it on the counter. "Just tap it with the button and see if it wants in, and if it does you've got a lovely little starter in a Heal Ball, and if not I'll just fetch a Potion and you can set it back out."

The pink ball is charming even though she cannot quite imagine herself... carrying it. (It's so pink.)

She tentatively boops the candle.

Boop! Friend is enclosed!

(Eee...)

The nurse smiles. "Alright, and just press the button one more time to let the dear out? Just so I can check it isn't paralyzed or poisoned or anything, check for Pokérus, all that."

Boop?

Emergence of friend!

And the nurse prods the (now much healthier-looking) friend in a couple of places.

"Healthy and happy, to my eye," she declares. "Bit small, a Litwick's usually about twice that size, but the variance isn't pathological. Did you want to name it?"

Oh no. Such responsibility. Terrible.

But she's hardly going to not name her first pokemon. "Um," she says. "Yes... hmm." She tentatively extends a finger to give the Litwick tiny pets. Come on, think of something. Something that will suit this tiny creature and also the bigger creatures it may eventually grow into. "What do you think of... Starshine?" she asks it, although as soon as the syllables exit her mouth she immediately becomes convinced that this is the worst decision she has ever made and everyone is going to laugh at her including both the Litwick and the nurse.

Affirmative meep!

The nurse nods approvingly. "There you go, Starshine. And have a good evening, miss."